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Pre-30 Panic

Just some thoughts running through my head today...


  • Is Salem the right place for me to live...forever?
  • I promised myself another 5 years to Piranhas....with the stipulation it would become a full-time job within those 5 years.  One year down...4 to go. The merger wasn't accepted; it it a hopeless goal and do I cut ties and move on or do I keep fighting for a program I believe in, that I've put my heart and soul into for four years.  I believe it was the step in the right direction this year...but I just don't see it making a full 5-year plan for me.  
  • Love the GED job but it doesn't offer benefits. I'm getting old. I need benefits. But i hate teaching full time in the public school system....
  • I applied to be a 'guest' at KSU-Salem next fall. ...lordy lordy.
  • School loans will be caught up so i can resume grad school next fall.  Yay!
  • Is there really someone out there for me? I get frustrated in relationships so easily.
  • Did i chose the correct path for me as a career? I have friends that are so successful with coaching. But they also have pressure in places I don't want. In general, I love what I'm doing here and how it runs... but at the same time I know I am just as good of a coach that they are. So far I've done great working towards my own definition of success, but we shall see...
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