Thank you to my friends who emailed and contacted me regarding my post yesterday. I am kinda embarrassed that I made such a fuss over what ended up being essentially a non-issue. This next is my reply to one of the caring emails I received, with love, from one of you dear people:
"The happy fact is that we get to choose our friends. Those who don't make us feel good don't always make the cut. I know I've been incommunicado for the greater part of the past couple of years. I've always been the kind who goes to ground when things are hard, but I never forget my friends. I love you guys a whole lot and, in my heart I'm always with you, even when you don't hear from me for a long time.
I've had to come to grips with who I am over the past few years, since I met this particular group of friends, in fact and I like who I am. No apologies. *grins* Not to say I'm perfect, by any means - in fact, I'm beautifully flawed in every conceivable way. But I'm ready for whatever the future brings. I've met the worst that fate can throw at me and I've dealt with it all and come out a stronger and more confident woman."
So, that's where I'm at, most days. I've made a few changes, perhaps most notably that I don't measure my words quite so carefully before I express myself. I am who I am, love me or hate me. I'm finding out what "happy within myself" feels like, and it's a good place to be.
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So, now that I've gotten over that, I can rejoice in the fact that, for the second time in a week, "Ol' Man Winter" had seen fit yesterday to grace us with what we in the teaching profession refer to as an "I-Love-My-Job Day".
Many people greet the news of a heavy snowfall warning with dread and dismay, complaining of shovelling and poor driving conditions. Teachers, on the other hand, have a far more positive outlook of those lovely pristinely white blessings from the skies. I love my job ... *sighs happily*