Yesterday, I felt so good. Today, I struggled with feeling disappointed in myself, battling a sadness about the fact I'm just not very good at teaching high school anymore, if I ever was. I'm sure it's all part of the grieving process of re-grouping for a new career and letting go of the familiar. But as soon as I got home, the blueness lifted. I love being at home; it's my sanctuary. The happiest time in my life in recent years was my sabbatical from Georgia Southern.
Derek sent me a link to a cool website about freelancing called "I will teach you to be rich" dot com.
Written humorously, a typical quip is "...everyone else is so horrible [at free-lance writing] that if you can write a half-decent sentence and restrain yourself from including a picture of your penis, you can almost certainly get a freelance gig."
Sounds promising!
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