A new career

This year, returning to work was especially difficult. After having the summer off and spending so much time with my family, the fall became like torture. Each and every single day my heart felt heavy and I did not feel like I was where I should be. Time began to grind to a hault and the idea that I would have to keep up the pace of work until June made me feel depressed. I began to fantasize about not doing it. Now, I have always thought about not working while working, but this was different. Now the wheels were turning and creating something other that a fantasy--dare I say it, a plan...
Meanwhile, God has placed a very dear friend in my life. We have become close over the past year through our similar outlooks on so many things--parenting, relationships with God, balancing work and family, and even a similar sense of humor (embarassingly low brow--gas and people falling bringing tears EVERY time). I knew shortly after I met her that God had placed her in my life on purpose--we have been able to help and support the other through so much in the past year.
While spending time with her, I began to talk about how much I did not want to be teaching and away from my kids, and she was feeling the exact same things. We started just talking about what we did want, and our vision was undeniably the same. With tons of prayer and the support of our awesome husbands, we have put our plan in motion.
We have decided to open our own preschool. With each question and challange, a solution has become quickly evident. We are currently wading through a sea of buracratic rules, regulations and hoops to jump through. Our original plan was to begin next fall. Now so many doors have swung open and events lined up, it looks like we might begin even earlier. (Don't tell our boss yet, though!)
When I wake up in the morning, I am filled with a new energy and joy. I have tears of love and excitement when I look at Scarlett and know that I will spend my whole day with her.
I can not wait to take these next steps!
No more pencils...
No more books...
No more teachers dirty looks!!!