Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow....

So, aside from being a college graduate and certified K-6 unemployed educator, my recent couch potato experiences of watching The Carrie Diaries have revamped my days of writing in high school. Here I am...writing again. It's this new tactic I like to call being brutally honest with myself. I'm the "type" that appears to have it all together but really I'm a complete mess these days. I'm a planner and when things don't go according to the plan; i.e., my career; my world is upside down.

That brings me to here; my blog of honesty where all things go. This just might be my rock bottom...maybe. People usually don't acknowledge that it was rock bottom until after the fact. That remains to be seen.

I'm broke, I'm employed by a job that should be considered temporary and has nothing to do with my career, and I've resorted to lounging in my pink bathrobe until I work at night. Unsightly visual, sorry. The only thing missing is a bag of potato chips. Imagine Kristen Wiig in "Bridesmaids" on the plane telling the attendant "I'm poor" in her own sad and pathetic way. Got it? Great! THAT'S ME! I'm poor on life right now.

My sweet boyfriend, however, has been a champ. I'm the one that usually takes charge. I do all the helping, the saving, the rescuing. This time, it's me. I need to be rescued. I'm the damsel in distress...and I hate it. I still smile and say I'm fine when obviously I'm on the verge of tears. Robert is such a good listener and my very best friend. I'm lucky lady in that aspect. I've got pretty sweet friends and family. It could be worse. I could be an unemployed teacher & a loner!

I bought two pairs of dress pants the other day on extreme clearance from Express the other day....$25 each for editor edition teaching pants. By 6 o'clock that evening, I ended up with my tail between my legs sulking while returning them for a refund. Yep, too broke to buy some pants. No pants party? I think not. I told you, I wear a fluffy pink bathrobe!

So, what did I do today? I wrote a letter to Taylor Mali, legendary teacher advocate. You can watch his famous video called "What Do Teachers Make?" here.

Spilled every last gut about the injustice of working your tail off for four years to maintain a scholarship to avoid student loans and with zero networking here, I've yet to have one interview. Principals need summer vacation too, I guess.

Did I lose you yet? It's my blog. Read it, love it, or get off it.

If there's one thing I've learned since graduating college it is this;

Until next time, 

Lizz