I don't know what's happening next. I have no clue. But I think, for me, that taking it a day at a time is all I can do right now.
Maybe I'm just meant to take a year off from teaching next year and finish my Masters, maybe start a new one. Maybe I'm meant to live life in the same city as my family for once and discover what that's like in my thirties.
I. Don't. Know.
And I think it's OK that I don't know.
We're all living out a story and I'm tired of comparing my story to yours or hers or his. When I do that, I'm only missing out on what my story is telling others.
This has been the hardest two and a half months of my life.