Chances Are

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I was just thinking to myself that I have been out of touch with life. Seriously. I say that because I have been almost entirely wrapped up into myself. It seems that the rest of the world doesn't exist when this happens. I deal almost exclusively with the people that directly or indirectly affect or infect my existence. Is that life? True, that could be some aspect of life, but my main concern is that I've been out of touch with the issues that affect our lives as a community. I'm feeling that I need to become more involved. I didn't have this feeling in the classroom because teachers are constantly influencing the lives of the students they teach (hopefully in a positive way). I am meandering in a corporate setting at the moment while slowly contemplating my next move. I am considering returning to the classroom, but I have to be in an ideal situation. That is going to count on my efforts, so motivation is the key. Make no mistake, I will always be a teacher; that is my profession. It's taken me a while to accept that responsibility, but I will orchestrate my next move.

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Sandy said…
Wow SB. It appears that we are both at the "what's next" crossroad in our lives. I think one of the most important things that we can do is to have faith and beleive that where we are going next is where the good Lord would have us to be.... Funny enough I was thinking about you this morning wondering if you had made any decisions about your next move.... I will continue to pray about where we should both be individually.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005 12:17:00 PM
Stephen A. Bess said…
You're traveling through another dimension. A dimension not only of sight but of mind. A journey into a wonderous land which boundaries are that of imagination. There's a signpost up ahead...the next stop is....?????
Wednesday, May 18, 2005 12:48:00 PM
windbutterfly said…
The sign says Yield. Because I need to pay attention to my surrounding and merge. Merge into the plethora of people racing to obtain and gain in this world. Then Exit, because I realize that everything I ever wanted can be found in the One. If I just follow him, he'll show me the way as he is The Way. I am surprised how often just seeking lands me in the next 'move'. Yet my anxiety pushes me to abort His process and do nothing at all because of fear and wonderment. Nice blog Sir. I am a friend of Sandys and found your site from your comment on her site. May you follow 'The Way'.
Thursday, May 19, 2005 3:16:00 PM
Stephen A. Bess said…
WindButterfly,

You are very lyrical. I like the poetic yet meaningful way that you get your point across. Thank you for your inspiring words. Sandy has nice friends. :)
Thursday, May 19, 2005 4:17:00 PM
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