Well, here we are almost 2 years later. I am now back teaching in a correctional facility. I enjoy teaching. The students in my class are my students. That is how I view them. Some are more likeable than others.
My garden is doing great & I am selling a few plants.
My crochet is also doing well & I am selling some too.
This all keeps me very busy but I will try to pop in every now & then.
Please be kind to each other.
After recent conversation with a close friend, i have come to the conclusion that my mindset has been a tad skewed. Yes, not working anymore & not having my class anymore is very sad. I deserved to grieve. But now it is time for me to move on. The choice was ultimately mine to make & I maintained my integrity for which I am grateful for. So, I am not the victim. I never was but I could not see that in my grief. 7 years is quite ironic. I am at the threshold of something new & exciting. When it is ready it will come. I will have to be ready & that is what I am doing. So over the next few days there will be a flurry of works not