Today is one of those days where I just want to throw up my hands and walk away… go to teach somewhere where I’d get paid real money instead of $700 every month. I just want to bury my head in the pillow and cry, because I feel like my school is failing with me as its leader and I wonder if someone else is better suited. I know its my own fears, and my own insecurities, but it’s one of those days. Fortunately, I haven’t had many, if any, since opening Trinity, and I’m kind of surprised that we made it to February without having days like this. Of course it’s been hard, but a good kind of hard… not the kind of hard that just hurts somewhere in your chest, like your heart is breaking. I know it’s lonely in the business of being self-employed… and believe me; it is for sure but today is one of those days. Maybe I took on too much. Maybe I really can’t do it. – Shut up, Brooke. That’s not you talking. I just want to leave and get away and get out of here. I know my dad is right – I can’t please everyone and as long as I’m doing what God wants me to do, that’s all that matters.
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