Well, it happened. I lost my ability to write. For the past 2 years, this blog has been a creative outlet for me. Since January, I haven’t been able to write a single word. It suddenly seemed that I had lost my voice.
In December I graduated from college, and like any graduate, felt pretty hopeful and optimistic about my future. I was going to travel, explore, and discover. It was going to be a great time of personal enlightenment. Insert reality. Let me paint a picture of what the past 3 months has actually been like:
1. Worry about finding a job
2. Living at home
3. Living at home in yet another bedroom (my parents wouldn’t let me have the Master. What’s that about??)
4. No steady income
5. Repaying student loans (Anyone have any extra money? Nope? Worth a shot.)
6. Helping my mom watch my two-year old niece all day almost everyday (God bless you, moms)
7. Find an apartment, buy things to fill my apartment, pay for an apartment, & MOVE.
8. Worry, worry, and more worry
On top of this, I realized that I desperately miss school. They really should classify this as a medical condition as I know that all college graduates have felt exactly the same way. But for me, it felt a little different.
I haven’t really missed my social life or even living in a college town. I’ve missed the actual school work. I know, I know. Cry me a river. But school is all I’ve known.
My dad is an educator. Education has always been a constant stabilizer. One thing I’ve missed more than anything else has been the writing that a major in History required. I never realized how much creativity, focus, and mental exercise it required.
I’m happy to announce that this too is passing. I GOT A JOB! I am officially going to be a middle school social studies teacher in Kennesaw, Georgia! I’m so excited and absolutely terrified about this new chapter. It is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but likely the most rewarding. I’m looking forward to going back–back to school!
It turns out that these past few months have not been for naught. I have learned a great deal about myself–weaknesses, fears, and, yes, even strengths. I’ve seen the power and grace of God at work once again. I know that he has placed me exactly where I’m meant to be and it couldn’t be more exciting. So far I love the people I’m going to be working with, I love where I will be working, and I love that I get to start yet another journey in my life as a single woman.
For now, it’s time to keep learning and keep loving.