I blog on this for 2 reasons:

1) it's toward the end of the school year, and as much as my students think they want to be free, it could never compare to how much I wish I didn't have to grade papers or write lesson plans...

2) I need freedom.  I thought I was free from some things, or rather, I am free from those things, but I still have a hard time claiming it.  I don't know how to.  The scars that were healing may have never healed.  They were just covered by really good bandages.  But then the bandages came off and the wounds were exposed, and I found myself buckling from the pain rather than facing it.  Instead of fighting my foe, I had him for coffee and donuts. (Could I use any more analogies?)

So here I go again.  Starting over. Again.  God, help me.