I went for my interview. Was I supposed to? Who knows what is right or wrong in this vast universe.
I went. I NAILED it. Co-teaching Math to high schoolers. Piece of cake. I had so much fun in that interview. I was myself, energetic, bubbly and answered all of their questions. It’s Special Education and I’ve been doing it for 11 years.
A letter came in the mail yesterday. “Thank you for taking the time to interview for this position but we have chosen to give it to another candidate.”
I wasn’t sure (before I got the letter) if I REALLY wanted it. I was bummed because that opportunity (for now) to move back home with my kids isn’t there.
Is it a sign that I should stay for at least another year? Move 20 minutes away to the next town instead of 2.5 hours away from their father?
I am so indecisive that my brain literally hurts.
I can’t sleep at night.
It’s all I think about.
I’m sure all of my friends are frankly sick and tired of hearing about it.
I need to stop.
I need to remember to take one day at a time.
Like right now. I have to read a Living Environment Regent’s Exam to some kids this afternoon. That’s all I should be concerned with.
WALK WHEN WALKING.