I’ve had a lot of ideas for blog entries bouncing around in my head this week. But for one reason or another, I just haven’t got around to writing anything substantial. I started a job last month, after a year of being out of work. It’s only very part-time, so, theoretically, I’m still left with a lot of free time. But I have a two hour round-trip commute, which is a bit excessive for a three hour shift. And I really… well… hate it. Yeah, hate is a harsh word, but that just about sums it up. Really, the store is okay, and the staff is nice, and the products aren’t bad, but it’s the whole retail thing. I’m not a salesperson, and it takes so much out of me to pretend to be something I’m not. So, but the time I get home from work, all I want to do is hide in bed with a book. I don’t think quanta has really noticed how it is affecting me yet. And I’m not to sure if he cares. 🙂 He thinks I should be working, which I agree with, but I know this isn’t the right job. The things we do to make a loved one happy, even when it’s hurting ourselves. *sigh*

So, this has made me think a little bit more about what it is that I would truly like to do. I wrote an entry in my private journal earlier this week on this topic, but after reflecting a bit longer, I have some more ideas. My inner call, what I feel I’m meant to do, is teach. I don’t know what I should teach, or to who, but I feel that it is what I need to do. Maybe I will end up home schooling our children (when we finally have them), or maybe I’ll get up the courage to go to teachers’ college. Or maybe I’ll write a book and teach people that way. Who knows. I do know that I can’t remain in my current job and still feel good about myself.