Finding My Way

The following post is the first on my new blog: Drawing a Life Without an Eraser

For many reasons, I have found myself at age 46 looking for work, a purpose, a good fit. . . a life I can live with.  

Before starting a family, I taught first grade, which I loved, but alas I left my career to raise a family. My oldest is now 14, and for a few years I  dabbled in a variety of education jobs, from classroom/intervention para in third grade then part time in preschool, to a Special Needs para, then two most recent forays into fulltime teaching as co teacher of fourth grade.  The fact is, I am still looking for the perfect fit. A fit that I can live with over time, that doesn't change me, or keep me (in all the wrong ways) from who I am, and what I am about.  

Before returning to work, I began blogging and really enjoyed it.  I have led a fairly creative life and have been told, "You need to keep creating". Staying home to raise my kids when they were babies was my most creative and beloved adventure.  Returning to teaching seemed a logical, responsible direction, yet the more I try to reconnect with my teaching self, the further I drift from the creative, happy soul I once was.  Now, I find myself way-finding once again.  

Embarking on this journey, I feel like Mr Plumbean, a character in one of my favorite picture books, The Big Orange Splot.  Plumbean lives in a neighborhood where everyone's home is exactly the same, until one day a seagull flies over and spills a big orange splot of paint on his roof.  It is a pivotal moment when Plumbean decides rather than "fix the mess" he should use this as an opportunity to find his true self.  

So, here I am beginning this blog, accepting the orange splot, and embracing this moment as an opportunity to find my way as genuinely as I can.  My new blog will be more about creating, as opposed to this blog which is a place to share my written creations. 

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