Today I went back to work in what feels like a combination of too soon and not soon enough. And since I only worked one day this week, it was the perfect way to dip my toes into the water - tucked away in my closet of an office finishing the things I've had in the back of my mind since I locked my office door a few weeks ago in a glorious rush to Christmas.
This semester will be different. I'll be working only two days a week, but for LONG 13 hour days. I'll be teaching a class in there as well, which I'm excited and terrified of. I feel sort of distant from the classroom these days and am hoping it will just come naturally that first day when I stand in front of 15 college students and try to convince them that art is essential to their lives.
I am trying to figure out what I am right now. For the first time since I've been married, I don't have a full time job. I keep catching myself saying "I was an art teacher for years..." rather than "I'm a photographer." or "I'm a gallery specialist." or "I'm a homebuilder." or my favorite, "I'm an artist." What about those things makes me resist the just slapping a title on myself?
I'm still trying to figure it out, because to be honest, they are all my favorite things to be.
How lucky is it that for the first time I get to try a little bit of everything I love?
Today I am thankful for my job.
When we decided to move back here, neither of us had any inklings of a job.
That's crazy, right?
Here's to crazy.
The Year of Gratitude
This semester will be different. I'll be working only two days a week, but for LONG 13 hour days. I'll be teaching a class in there as well, which I'm excited and terrified of. I feel sort of distant from the classroom these days and am hoping it will just come naturally that first day when I stand in front of 15 college students and try to convince them that art is essential to their lives.
I am trying to figure out what I am right now. For the first time since I've been married, I don't have a full time job. I keep catching myself saying "I was an art teacher for years..." rather than "I'm a photographer." or "I'm a gallery specialist." or "I'm a homebuilder." or my favorite, "I'm an artist." What about those things makes me resist the just slapping a title on myself?
I'm still trying to figure it out, because to be honest, they are all my favorite things to be.
How lucky is it that for the first time I get to try a little bit of everything I love?
Today I am thankful for my job.
When we decided to move back here, neither of us had any inklings of a job.
That's crazy, right?
Here's to crazy.
The Year of Gratitude
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