Professional pride.

Mini-rant. I promise. It'll be mini.

My job is a gift. I know that God allows me to be in this position, that He chose the best place for me to be, that He surrounds me with special people (Phyllis!) who help me be the best I can be, and that there is a reason (which I have seen clearly!) for it.

I love my job. LOVE my job. Would it be for everyone? Well, of course not! But it's totally for me. It saddens me when others don't feel the same way, not only because it must be miserable for them, but because their misery rubs off on those around them.

And for a small dose of THANKFULNESS, I am also so so so so thankful that I work specifically where I do. As a special education teacher I am particulary blessed to have my Superintendent, High School Principal AND Elementary Principal each be a former special education teacher. Such wonderful perspective and advice available from so many places. Serious blessing. Plus I'm just a short walk away from Quinn at any moment, in a building of people who know and care about him. Maybe I sound like a sap today, but as I was walking down to get Q for his dentist appointment I couldn't stop thinking about what a special gift it is to work where I do and with such amazing people.

Okay, rant over.