Inspiration

Father's Day. . . A Day where we get to give thanks and praise to the man in our life that raised us as well as husbands that have children. My family had our normal activities for our fathers and grandfathers, it was a nice and lovely day. I enjoyed it. And I know that my father and my grandfather enjoyed it as well.

Earlier this week I recieved another "letter," as I like to call them. They went with other candidiates. Proud of myself. I only cried for like 15-20 minutes this time. Maybe shorter than that. When I'm crying it seems longer. Clint as always, was a dear. Being my rock again in my struggle to find a job.

Yesterday I realized something. Maybe I'm not supposed to teach around here. Maybe I'm supposed to go else where and teach. I've been letting my love of Sylvan, limit my choices of where to go. Yes, I love Sylvan with everything, and I'm thankful every day that I have that atleast, and I'm not stuck in some crappy job.

I registered with USAJobs yesterday. It's a government run agency that all government jobs are posted on. Found on that is interesting. It's in Fort Knox, Gifted and Talented Teacher. I'm going to apply. Why not. Just to see.

I've also sent out about half a dozen emails to different agencies in the UK for teacher placement. Just asking for information. They terms are Sept. to June. I'm not going to let myself lose sight again.

I've got to stay forcused.

As Sigmund Frued said, "When inspiration does not come to me, I go halfway to meet it."

Time to go halfway with fully opened arms!