A few days ago, the inevitable hit me. I was pulled into an office with my HR director and my principal at my current job and I was told I was being terminated. I could not believe it. I felt like my whole wold was crashing down on me. What would I do about fiances? How would I pay my mortgage or my car payment? I could kiss the life I once had good bye. As a teacher, my job didn’t pay horribly, but it did not pay well either. I could live a comfortable life. All of these things were running through my head. I wanted to yell, scream and cry. Instead, I did this best that I could do. I thanked both individuals for their time, and I thanked them for the opportunity. I walked out of that office with my head held high. I was sad to leave behind such a great career and great co-workers. When I told everyone about what happened that day they all rushed to my side to comfort me. It was as if a someone had died. It was if a piece of me had died along with the job. I sat at home that night with my hubby and in my mind the situation just kept replaying in my head and the more I thought about it, the more I realized instead of sulking and being depressed over it. I need to move on and think about what am I going to do next. One of the items on my list, was to start blogging and see where this adventure will take me.