In case you forgot:
Turns out that was right decision.
I love teaching. It took six years of school and three disastrous semesters in front of students before things started to fall into place, but I really, truly love my job. Never do I dread going in to work, nor do I feel like my day has been wasted as I drive home. Every day, I have the opportunity to stretch my creativity, refine my humor, learn from other people, and speak words of encouragement to my students.
I'm reminded that God's timeline is longer than my timeline.
I so often want quick resolutions and clear paths. So often, I don't give things nearly enough time, and I feel discouraged and ready to give up long before I've given something a chance reach fruition.
So much can happen in one year. A person could fall in love in a year. A child could be conceived and born. A novel could be written. A person could become famous. A job could be acquired and quitted.
It is easy to look at the landmarks and see those as the accomplishments that give value to our time. If a landmark seems long in coming, it is easy for me to panic and wonder if I am losing time.
But even the landmarks, if measured fully, take much longer than a year. It takes so much longer than one year for one person to learn how to love another. It takes decades to raise a child. It takes twelve years of school and more to refine the skills of a writer or a mathematician or a musician. It takes years to make friends, to find a home, to learn how to do a new job well.
Sometimes, things take a lot of time, and that's ok.