Bittersweet...I like this word. It seems to adequately describe lots of things in life...
But today it fits really well.
I just returned from Ozarka, where I put in my notice. I am giving up my teaching job.
I loved this job...absoutely love the job. I never dreaded work. I loved teaching my "kids" about the human body, how to care for it, how to care for others. I loved opening their eyes about the elderly, trying to get them to break down sterotypes and see beyond the outside. I loved giving them oppurtunities to learn about all the many types of healthcare there is and encouraging them to persue a higher education. I loved hearing their stories and being around the energy of teenagers. I loved praying for them, silently, and their struggles. I loved praying over their chairs where they sit before or after class. I love their "quirks", their smiles, thier moods...everything.
But for once, I feel like a can breathe. It is such a relief, now that I will be able to focus on billing at the office and give Ella more time, as well as the boys. Time that has been taken away from them due to trying to "juggle" too many things. Time to hold my baby in the morning when she is extra "snuggly", time to stay home when one of my little ones don't feel well, time to go on a field trip or two with the boys, time to actually cook perhaps, or time to sew...
One day, I feel like I will do this again. Maybe once Ella starts school, I can teach a course or two for adults or even maybe this one will open back up. I know I have done the right thing, and it feels good.
Bittersweet...that is my word for today!