My work space, my place of concentration and love, and diligence at what I do. My job doesn't take up my life like it use to. But it does feel good to know that I do something I love and I love what I do.
I didn't want to become a miserable teacher. I had enough of those and when goals fall short I believe it's heartbreak that you really can't hide. I didn't want to hide. I put myself through three years of college/technical school and realized that I wasn't sure what my goals were going to be so I stepped away from school, packed up my debt, and a few bags of clothing and decided I needed to get home and figure out what I could actually be useful at and follow that desire. Here I am.
Teaching may just be a goal I am willing to work hard toward. I am looking at collegiate programs now and considering my options. My weakness is in math and I know in order to get back on track I will need to find the time and money to get myself over that hump before I commit to a full schedule of classes.