Decision time...sort of

We received our surveys of intent yesterday. Surveys of intent are informal questionnaires asking one simple question: "Will you be with us next year?" My question: will I? And what will I do if I'm not?

I've been saying "one more year" or "two more years" all year, but, in my heart--and to a select group of folks--I've been saying, "It's over." I have no passion for this job any more. Maybe if I were somewhere else, things would be different, but I'm not sure. I just know I have no more spark to keep things going for another year. Heck, I have no spark to keep things going today. I'm useless there, and I think that's a big part of the problem. (My husband TRIED to tell me...) But I'm not sure that's all of the problem. I've NEVER considered myself an educator, at least along the lines of the state standard. I essentially went into this to make Dad happy. Well, Dad's never going to be happy with me, regardless, so what the heck is the point? It's like Larry said a few weeks ago: who is your god?

Who is mine and what does He want of me?