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Lately- retry at publishing this from last week!!


Back in the saddle again! Talk about when it rains it pours and how many people told me to be patient and just wait things would fall into place. Sometimes don't be offended anyone I really didn't want to hear that. I was also told there might be another plan for me that I had for myself that was also something I was skeptical of. No matter which way you see it I think it's all going to work out. I happily took a position at Baker College as an adjunct professor where I'll be teaching one night class a week starting the winter session. I have also accepted  a kindergarten and first grade split classroom for forest area. I have high hopes for this experience although it's been difficult already after the first weeks to follow someone else's plans/set up but I'm trying to just bite off a little at a time instead of more than I can chew. I'm also having to get used to teaching while having a child in school. That means I can't stay late every night which is probably a blessing in disguise. Although after a staff meeting that ended at four on my first day and having to leave at five wasn't ideal - I'm not going to lie, I was really excited to pick up Allison. I'm also trying to remind myself of my "sabbatical" time off.  I'm trying to remember the things I've learned about reserving my energy controlling my stress levels and making things manageable for me and my family. It will be difficult to balance everything as far as Allison going to preschool three days a week working a half hour away and then teaching night classes plus anything else fun that we tend to find ourselves doing on the weekends. These are the things that make me happy and I'm trying to remind myself of these things often:
my family, my friends, making labels, wine, good food, paint splatters on the street that remind me of Tezra, getting packages of nostalgic goods about a new kids on the block and Cabbage Patch kids and such. 
Picture gallery of the last couple weeks! 


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