I wish I could've written while I was still on my teaching high. I am in a better place, (doesn't that sound like a terrible euphemism) but I am also kind of discouraged. I'm desperately in need of a more regular sense of blessing (which my first year required nothing more than the thought "I'm not in NY!") and a sense of direction would be good.

I'm working on it, but it's slow. I know there is no magic pill or moment when everything becomes clear; but I really need to make some peace with whatever it is. I need to find (repetitive) more joy in my daily context. I keep feeling like it's there, but I'm too dense to see it.