I have mixed feelings, really. I believed when I started the application process that I was being called to the "next thing" in my life, and now I wonder...did I hear wrong? Or maybe this is just leading me somewhere else? Because the further I get from school the more relieved I feel!
The classes I took this fall were great, some of the most useful classes I've ever been a part of. But the more I learned about the counseling profession, the less it felt right or natural for me. So many things that I love and that are important to me can't enter into a counselor-client relationship, and I don't think I can check that much of myself at the door. God gave me this weird combination of gifts for a purpose, I suppose, and so I can only have faith that He knows what He's doing. And I have to keep asking, "Is this right? Or this?" I like to think that one of the challenges that I took on in the last year was just to step out in faith and try something completely different, and to do it without a grim focus on the outcome. I feel really good about that.
So, for now, my winter and spring are wide open, ready to fill with field-trip-chaperoning, after-school activities, reading for fun, and maybe a little sewing or gardening. And blogging. Lots of blogging.