I have never felt better about the future than I do since I lost my job. I have never felt more at peace, and sure about direction.
Informing a few of the GED students that tomorrow would be my last day was more traumatic for them that I'd thought, given I was only there a short time.
"That's just not fair, when we finally get someone we can relate to and doesn't talk down to us."
So, I had made an impression - good. The two girls are planning to take the test next month and are struggling with the reading and writing. One session with the girl who'd spoken had resulted in a "hero" paper that would easily pass the testing - solid writing without extraneous wording, good formatting and structure with ideas flowing and connecting. I gave her my card and told her to call me for tutoring, "We'll work something out on the payment, we'll barter."
It is as it should be, and the remainder of my day will be spent in compiling my Georgia trip poetry chapbook for submission. I have a grant proposal to write as a volunteer; I have a few updates and a few phones calls due, but the universe is telling me to pursue the dream. Taking the laptop and the dog onto the deck in the warm summer breeze and following the astute advice.
Anyway, the chickens have finally started laying, so all is good.