It's been a long
while since my last post. I've been very busy "not being busy" that I
have also forgotten to write in here.
Well, two posts
ago, I have been very vocal about not finding happiness in my chosen
profession: teaching. Not that I hated it; I just wasn't so in love with it. I
finally decided to resign on the first day of this school year.
Saying goodbye to
teaching wasn't hard at all. Resigning had been on my thoughts for years. But
bidding the pay check farewell? That was kind of hard!
I was out of work
for two months and there were times that I'd cry myself to sleep. I was already
used to having something to contribute to the family's expenses that the sudden
lack of it made me feel so useless and worthless. Yes, my unemployment gave me
more time with my son, and I loved every minute of it; but I still felt I had to
work to regain my self-esteem.
After a long wait,
that "call" came unexpectedly. For the first time in two months, I
felt I was back on track again. God is really good! Yesterday, our team
celebrated our first month at work.
Many people keep
questioning me for giving up a job that really paid well and offered a security
of tenure. But then, if we had to work just because of the pay we're getting
and not for the love of what we're doing, what a sad life that would be.
