It’s January 1, 2015.
I don’t think anyone except my mother still checks to see if I’m writing anymore. But one of my goals in 2015 is to write more. I have a loose outline for each week I’d like to follow; we’ll see if I can stick to it.
I finished my first semester as a college professor. And it was possibly my last. The school is plagued by financial insecurity and some less-than-ethical leadership – neither of which I do well with. I am slated to teach online this semester; I have until Wednesday to make a final decision about that.
I didn’t do well working outside the home. Granted, I was only “gone to work” on Mondays, but the stress affected the entire week. Frankly, it affected our entire lives. And as I was studying what the Bible says about women, I am now even more firmly convinced that if God blesses a woman with a husband and children, they are to be her priority (I hear feminists everywhere gasping for air). It’s hard to be nurturing and caring and there if I am concerned about lesson plans and lectures and grading.
So it’s 2015. I will be forty in August. In some ways my life looks like I thought it would; in others it certainly does not.
I have a list of goals – not resolutions, per se, but things I’d like to stop doing and things I’d like to do more of.
Hopefully writing here will be one of the things I do more of. But I will be shifting my focus: less adoption and infertility, more theology and parenting. More running and getting healthy, fewer stories about my kiddo (unless I have his permission to share).
I would love to hear who’s still out there, though. Throw me a comment?