2nd Half of 2020

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I thought 2019 is my year of survival. It is extended til 2020 it seems. 

I have officially decided my preschool teaching job and move to a more open, independent type of teaching job that promises to give me more time for myself in the morning and lesser unnecessary stress as long as I fulfill my job.

It was calm, professional relay of information. Or so I thought. But I think, on my part, I have done my best to be not like them. 

Still hoping that the second half of the year will be kinder not just to me but to the whole world. 

I still in somewhat-floating-in-the-air-kind-of-self but I feel better now knowing that I have given myself a choice to let of things and people whom I thought I could collaborate with. 

Still grateful for the experience. Now, I gotta get back to completing the things I promised I will finish. 

As I have managed to practice quitting. It is always nice to have the habit of finishing. I don't know what I keep pushing for this MA degree, but until I have it with me, the things I will learn from it and share with it with others, I will keep pushing for it. 

It will be hard for people to understand why I keep going this path, but even I am having a hard time understanding my motivations, but I know I just gotta finish this one. It is all about the things I will get to learn, the knowledge I will get to share and the calmness that reading and writing brings in me. 

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