Sometimes a door closes and it's not a surprise. Although you're hopeful, deep down inside you know what the outcome is going to be even before you go down that path. But, even though you hesitate at first, you open that door and go through it. Otherwise you'll always regret not trying.
So, now I am looking for another door. Or, as my daughter says, another window. A door or a window to slip through and find what I'm looking for.
Sitting outside in my porch, overlooking some pretty majestic mountains, I am humbled. I am healing.
Things happen for a reason, don't they? Although my reason is yet to be revealed and my next steps are still tentative, I am grateful.
I am grateful for my family.
They've always got my back.
I am grateful for these mountains.
They help to clear my mind.
I am grateful for the quiet breeze that plays with my hair.
It reminds me of life all around.
I am grateful for a community of educators that nurture, encourage, support and celebrate each other.
It sustains me.
I can just see that door open up a crack.
The window is big and transparent.
I am ready.
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