Glutton. Day 536.

My plate is full and my cup runneth over, but I am yet to be done. Part of me wonders if I will ever be satisfied with a quiet, easy life, or if I even desire to have that peace one day. My job, business, and general life at the moment is fully sustainable. I could keep going like this, but there’s one more thing . . .

When I was in high school, my grades were terrible. When I became pregnant with Tyler, I realized I had to step up my game so I put effort into it which ultimately saved me from not graduating. After barely earning my diploma, I worked fulltime, then stayed home with the boys. Going back to school at forty with a new, mature mindset was fulfilling and quite invigorating. I wanted it. After years of hard work, I earned my bachelor’s, summa cum laude.

I’m done, right? Sure. I don’t need to go for a master’s, my master’s, or do I? I don’t want to spend the money or the time to simply be stressed out for another couple years. Since I began working at the Writer’s Center at the college, I have toyed with the idea. I could do it all online, find a way to pay for it, be an example to the boys. More than anything, I would be able to teach a class, to work with students even more than I do now.

It’s funny because teaching was never on my radar. There are times I feel guilty for even considering this because teaching is the life-long dream of many. They know it in elementary school. It was that first student for me, though, then the next, and now it continues. When I see their load physically lighten from their shoulders, it fuels me. When I see a regular come in and smile, it fuels me. When one tells me about a good grade they earned on a paper I watched them put their heart into, it fuels me. The funny thing is, it’s not even about me, and that fuels me most.

Maescribes is going strong. My clients are wonderful and hire me to write about beautiful properties and about them. I’m always impressed with their abilities and accomplishments, and love to watch their dreams come to fruition. It’s just so freaking cool to work with students and Maescribes. I am grateful, and only consider furthering my studies to enhance them both.

So, that is my newest form of self-punishment. I’ve looked into online programs and have narrowed it down to a few. I’ve concentrated with closed eyes hoping for a sign from Nana, although I know she would say “Go for it, Teresa Mae.” Maybe I should listen to her.