Rejection

I almost didn't write this post, because to actually put it into words makes it real. But making something real and dealing with it is part of the healing process. 
I was rejected.  Like,  last kid picked for the dodgeball team rejected-- except I wasn't even picked!  Being rejected brought a lot of my fears and insecurities to the surface, and that is never easy.  Let me explain.
So, I used to work at a school.  I worked there for 5 years- loved it.  However, it was my first and only teaching job.  So last school year, I spread my wings and flew to a charter school in Dallas for a new experience.  Loved, loved it.  Didn't love the 45 minute commute in the craziness of rush hour traffic twice a day.  So, I decided to pursue returning to my first school.  After much waiting, I was finally interviewed.  Very next day, I got a call for a second interview.  Woohoo- I've got this, right?  Yeah, not so much.  Finally found out, in quite a roundabout way, that I did not get the job.  I should mention that those who interviewed me were former coworkers, people I knew.  So, while I didn't expect to get the job just because I used to work there (because, hey! I am pretty dang awesome!), I had high hopes.  So finding out that a stranger was chosen over me smarted a bit.  I cried (yes, tears).  I yelled.  I ranted.  Then, I got over it. 
I still have a job.  I'm very lucky.  I love my job- again, not the commute, but I have a plan to use that time more wisely.  I realize that God knew I wasn't going to get the job.  He knew that I was going to return to Dallas.  And He knows why.  Like my amazing grandmother told me yesterday, "Kristin, sometimes what we want isn't what we need."  Yes, my grandmother is quite wise. So now that I know I am returning to Dallas as a second grade teacher, I am determined to make this my best year yet!