"A bee in a glass jar." That is what my mom calls me. I'm everywhere, all the time. I have always been this way, jumping from one idea to the next, but my mind has been going crazy the last 8 months, jumping from thing to thing, worrying over the smallest leap and the tiniest decision because my next step determines the rest of my life, apparently (according to myself at least). And as my mind started to race & juggle the idea of my one year contract with teaching and a 2 year program to earn my teaching credential here in California, I realized something.
About a month ago I had this great idea of backing up my past post, How to be Single, a Christian, & a College Graduate – All At The Same Time. Backing it up meaning- sharing with you all that the fear of being single goes away. That when people tell you it is all going to be alright, it will be. That they aren't lying. The hurt, the fear- it will disappear, you just have to give it time.
So the count down begins. And so do all the questions.
I want to be a failure. I want to fail because I am terrified of what will happen when I do.
After a few sleepless nights and a gallon of tears, I have finally given in to moving to California.
I want to be fearless because I fear Him, in the most beautiful, magnificent way ever imagined. I fear what He can do, how He can move, where He is taking me.
As some of you may have seen, my student teacher friends and I traveled to Italy over our holiday break. First things first: can I just say that it is the weirdest thing to travel to a totally different country in the middle of my student teaching placement? Second thing: traveling is amazing, but man …
Those dang Italians know everything.
First week down, 8 to go...
It all started at 12:45 p.m. on Friday afternoon..