Home is inside myself and for the first time in I can't remember when, I feel home. I don't feel rushed, I don't feel frazzled, nor stressed, nor overwhelmed. I felt that for years....and I do mean YEARS. Teaching little children in a public school...anywhere...is stressful. Trying to keep all the balls up in the air at the same time, both at home and at school, is sometimes overwhelming. And I'm not so sure how much I really loved doing either of those. There, I said it. I love little children. I love being around little children. I don't love the stuff required in teaching today...all of the "stuff". I questioned too many things and wanted to do things my way. Not in a stand-off-ish way, not in a "my way or the highway" way. I just thought I had good instincts. And I did.
I've got to learn, once again, how to post pictures on here. I think I recall some things, but who knows!
