I would lay in bed in the morning convincing myself that I had to get up and go to work. Positive thoughts ran through my head: "It's not so bad". "We need the money". I've worked hard to get here". "Maybe today won't be so bad".
I am enough of a realist to know that everyone has days that they would rather stay curled up in bed then face another day at work. I also know that I shouldn't feel that way the 99% of the time. In fact, the feeling of dread was so common, I couldn't remember the last time I didn't need a pep talk.
So over the last few months, internal battles were waged and I was left emotionally drained. "Would I really be happier doing something else? Do I just not like working? Other people have to do things they don't like, why should I be different? What's wrong with me? We need the money, I need to just suck it up for a few more years. I can't let A down."
I decided it was time to move on. This was a decision that was easier said then done. I applied for jobs...I applied for a lot of jobs. And I had a handful of interviews that didn't pan out. And then months later, it happened.
I had an interview for a part-time teaching position. I interviewed. Got a second interview. And was hired. I was thrilled! I was going to do what I truly wanted to do! I felt liberated!
A did not.
He, understandably, was concerned with the financial aspect of my decision. The negative thing about going form a well-paying full time job to part-time job is a substantial cut in income. This led to a few weeks of tension in our household.
However, the Lord has blessed me with a wonderful opportunity to not only teach, but to teach in a community in which I can share my faith. It is an opportunity that I can not pass up even though it will mean some sacrifice in the coming year. I strongly believe that I need to be doing something that allows me to use the talents God has given me. Besides, in my gut, this decision just
