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End of Year 2008

Unbelievable, but true! The last time I wrote an entry in this blog, that nobody even knows about yet, was almost a year ago. So, my New Year's resolution for this year is to write an entry once a week and to let others know about this blog, especially parents.

In less than two months time I will embark on an exciting adventure as I start a Doctoral Program in Education. It has been something I've been trying to do for at least five years but finding a reputable online program has been difficult. Nevertheless, I've found one at the University of South Australia in Adelaide that seems to be just right. It took almost 3 months for my application to be processed and approved. Now that it's a reality I am looking forward to this challenge. At the same time, I am committed to maintaining quality time with my family and to maintaining my level of commitment to teaching and learning. A tall order, I know, but this is a challenge that I am ready to take on. I know I can do this because I work best when I push myself to my limits in every area of my life. It makes me feel alive and happy. When I'm happy I am more productive; I'm sure this is the case for most people.

I am getting ready for this new stage in my life by putting my priorities in order so that when push comes to shove I will be able to make appropriate choices. Will I read this entry next year and wonder if I was heavily in denial? Who knows? Only time will tell.

Happy New Year to all!
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