when summer ends and then again when spring comes there is nothing more I want to do than dream of days spent under the sun laughing, leading, crying, praying, singing, living. Making a difference in people’s lives in very specific and meaningful ways. Not that teaching music doesn’t make differences in specific and meaningful ways. And it’s not that I don’t love being a music teacher, I love it very very much. But I think it’s missing one thing. And I know what it is, but I don’t know if I’m brave enough to pursue it. Because changing your job when you are finally starting to get the hang of one job is scary and big.
This feeling runs so deep that maybe my life’s calling is changing. Or getting added onto and I don’t know whether I’m scared, nervous, or excited... or all three.