The dinner for the staff went well tonight. After supper we went around and stated our highs and lows for the summer. My high was having so many campers this year. The dining hall was packed. The athletic field was colorful. The chapel benches were full. It was just nice to see all the kids here like past years. My low was not swimming nearly as much as I would’ve liked or would normally do. I miss the lake and would swim often.

But life is busier now, in a different way than it used to be. I decided against the Classical Conversations for homeschooling and we’re just going to do the normal homeschooling we’ve done. It was his choice which I took not quite as a compliment but as a request to adjust my original thinking. I have nothing against the homeschooling, I just don’t like seeing them get bored. I wouldn’t have to order a single book this year.

The other day I emailed my boss and asked if I could have the desk job at Thrive. Today I went in and talked to him and he basically told me I could have it. He said it would basically be until the end of the year when I would switch over into seeing more clients. I have asked here and there about working there when I’m done but it’s nothing I have ever approached with any kind of certainty. It always seemed too far away to know.

It still feels that way. Like for whatever reason I can’t seem to grasp or believe this is actually real, that it isn’t going to somehow fall through in some way. But I basically just felt that I would somehow regret if I did not at least try to pursue more involvement. I imagined myself going off to Memorial and never really living up to the potential of what I could have been if I had not run away or been scared of being bored for a time.

So anyway I’m supposed to start training next week. If this actually happens I’d be working there part-time for three days a week which would replace some of the time I was going for group. I still like group but could help with that later. I definitely have had plenty of time to adjust to the change of being more outside of the home. I don’t even like to use the word work because that doesn’t feel like the right word in these cases.