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It seemed like it would work....

I've been at my new job for three months now.  It's been a challenge.  I often feel like this cat - thinking I'm on to something, and then finding myself in a tight spot.  It seemed like it would work...

It's kind of strange to be at this point in my life and having to learn so much.  I thought when I started teaching full-time a few years back that I had found my niche, and that's where I'd be for, well, a long time.  I loved every minute of teaching, even the moments when I had to restrain myself from doing bodily harm to a teenager, and I would have been quite content to remain there.

Life happens.

I really love my new job.  I love the team I work with, and all the new challenges.  However, it seems like every day, I do something wrong.  I step on someone's toes, overstep a boundary I didn't know existed, forget a step in some process I learned the day before...it's endless.  And it's tough.  I like to think of myself of quite competent, but my new career is making me see otherwise.  I have to check and re-check, ask lots of questions, go back over things, make sure the hole I'm sticking my head into will also accommodate the rest of my body, as Kitty above failed to do.  It's tiring.

This sounds whiny, and I don't mean it to be.  I'm quite happy.  First, I'm happy to  have a job, and second, I'm happy to have a challenging job.  It's just that most days I feel like I still haven't quite "gotten it" yet.  I hope that day comes soon.

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