The clock is counting down the final days of the year of letting go. The adventure is far from over. I am learning to accept what is, instead of always focusing on what isn't. Life has given me the opportunity to be the support for my family, and I am grateful I have a job I love. It doesn't pay enough alone, but it helped me find another job I enjoy. I love giving back to the next generation when I teach ed. classes at night.
A few years ago I decided to do something just for me and go back to school to get my doctorate. Jameson's suicide changed my path to being a principal someday, instead. In the hard times, my friends and my promise to his memory kept me going.
I finished a year and a half ago, but I kept going to school. The near breakdown this fall made me realize that I am human, no matter how much I pretend otherwise. I thought a break would help, but it is a deeper lesson than I thought. It is time to let go. I have been so busy being superwoman, I almost lost the people that mean the most to me. Thank you for supporting, loving, and cheering me on through school. Thank you even more for doing the same as I let go.