So, yeah, this story starts at the beginning of the 2021-2022 school year. I was excited for a new year, but simultaneously, I was feeling some… Is disdain the word? Something like joy and excitement but laced with a little dread. Yeah, something like that. So, you know, it’s time for me to start getting things in order, so I began organizing and thinking about the systems I wanted to put in place. I decided that I was only working during work hours, so I had to figure out how to get the “extra” stuff done during the day. Once I felt I had my systems in place, I was able to switch gears to other things on the task list, like creating my “Welcome to Class” letter, and updating my syllabi. The basic beginning of the year stuff. Okay, so the kids have arrived and I started teaching the systems and setting the policies in place and everything was going well. Like, very well. I figured since it was my 6th year, it should be smooth, and it actually was. Parent communication was going well, something I wasn’t particularly good with, and I was keeping my gradebook up. Updating grades like clockwork. And THAT was the thing that always gave me the most heartburn. I had finally figured it out, and everyone was happy; the administration, the students, the parents, and most importantly, me, because I had finally cracked the code. Only, something still wasn’t right.
***I was journaling in my prayer time basically everyday, so I started asking God about what was happening and listening to what I was feeling in my heart. I finished with my Coaching certification in Sept. 2022, and I had finished my Masters in 2021 in Teacher Leadership in Curriculum and Instruction, so I knew I was feeling pulled into the Coaching circuit. I had to lean into what I was feeling. Entrepreneurship was calling my name. But I didn’t know to what extent. I started feeling like this school year would be the last one. I started getting a little sad though, because the year was going so well. All my co-worker relationships were flourishing as well! I mean this was shaping up to be the best school year I’d ever had, and I was thinking about leaving? I had to really sit with it, and really pray about it.
***The year is going, and my birthday is coming up, so I’m thinking about what my plans will be. It’s February, and we’re closing in on a month until my birthday weekend. I gather three of my friends and send them the plan. Everyone’s in, and it’s a go. One friend comes in from out of town, and let’s call her… Ashley. Ashley’s spending the weekend in my guest room and I’m stupid excited to have her. For the first event of the weekend, we have karaoke and games, drinks, and I ordered Olive Garden catering, so it’s up! LED lights popping off in my living room, the food is on point, lots of laughter and singing, and dancing of course. It’s a great time! Fast forward to Sunday, and I’m sad because this is the best birthday weekend I’ve had in a very long time. It’s time for Ashley to leave but we decide to go get brunch before she hits the road. We end up spending like four whole hours in there because our conversation takes an unexpected turn.
***For some reason, I bring up this dream I have about opening a business, and how I see it as a corporation with several divisions and subsidiaries, and I don’t really know why I’m word vomiting to her about this, because I certainly never planned on telling her none of this! Anyway, she’s eating it up, asking me questions, encouraging me, and giving me insight on how to go about accomplishing some of the behind the scenes stuff that’s required for starting a business. We are both so excited! She tells me that she’s gonna call me in the week to check on my planning and research and we set a date and a time. It’s added to the calendar as a recurring event, and things are set. I’m in awe at this point, because the whole thing was God-ordained. I could feel it. And I thought that was the answer to my prayer. It was at that time, I knew I was going to resign from teaching. That’s what God wanted me to do, right?
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