There is a country song by Deanna Carter with the same title of this post. Frankly, I find myself humming it a lot lately.
I haven't posted for quite a bit of the last year, and a lot has gone on in the meantime.
Let me try to catch up the last six weeks....
After working human resources for more than three years, I have returned to education. I am working as a reading intervention tutor and completing my guidance internship.
I don't regret the decision, but I also never imagined being thirty and interning....again.
I lost a great friend and granparent four weeks ago. Pap is in a better place, I know...but, I still refer to him periodically in the present. I never imagined that I would be reconsidering who to talk to on Wednesday nights. But, I try to remember that when the Lord closes a door...He apparently opens a window. I am still looking for the window.
I am moving... and yes, I don't want to hear it. I am aware that I have some serious committment issues and I am doing my best to work on it. I never imagined that I would be facing yet another move and no house.
I have lived at work and school this last year. I finished all of my coursework for my masters except the thesis and research class. I am taking them this year and apparently it is a big deal that I have finished two years of coursework in one year...while working.
I never imagined that being busy would allow me to discover that I am stronger than I thought I was.
I never imagined that being busy would open up outlets and opportunities that I thought were closed.
I never imagined that things would be in somewhat of a disarray, and that I would be completely happy with that issue.
I know that at this point the easy thing would be to focus on the negative. But honestly, I am more focused on what lies ahead.