Quirks

I was recently with someone who said they wanted to fix me. They would say that if they could get rid of all my problems they would. I suppose it's a sweet thing to say; to be able to rid someone of any issues they may have... but I was left hurt and offended.

I have a lot of... let's call them quirks. Between my trust issues and my inability to communicate my feelings, I can see why someone might see me as broken.

But I love me. All of me. I like my scars (physical and emotional) and I wouldn't change them for the world. Yes, it might make relationships or friendships a bit harder for me, but I wouldn't be me without these quirks.

I guess all I'm trying to say is that if you truly love someone, you wouldn't want to fix them. You would love all of them, and all of their quirks.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes...

Every few months, I like to switch things up on myself. Sometimes it's moving to Southern California, sometimes it's quitting my jobs. I think I get bored with the same thing day after day. I get stir crazy, and feel the need for change. 

Keep your socks on, everyone, I am not moving again (at least not for a while). But I did leave my jobs. A few weeks ago, I decided that I needed something more full-time. It's been on my mind for months, and I no longer felt like I could ignore it. I put in my two-weeks notice and began searching for something new. Luckily enough, I found it. 

A preschool in the neighborhood called to set up an interview. When I went, it was like I had found home. The directer was wonderful, and everyone I met was so friendly. When we got around to the questions, I was nervous, but it felt less like an interview and more like talking amongst friends. I left with a good feeling about it. Three hours later, she called me to offer me the job! 

It's a bittersweet experience, for I will dearly miss the kids I've worked with this past year. Some of the goodbyes were terribly hard, but I pinky promised to go back and visit from time to time. And as most of you know, those promises are sacred.