Chernobyl

I haven't blogged in a while. This is partly because I've been busy, but mostly because, the only thing I have to write about is my job (which I've come to not like very much) and I didn't know how to write about it.

Well, I still don't know what to say, but it's what's happening here in Yeongju so I'm going to try to tell you about it.

So you know I'm terrified of escalators, or was. Whenever I approached them my heart would crawl up in my throat and I'd break out in a light sweat. I just couldn't get on them.

I was also terrified of horseback riding my favorite hobby. Yes, yes, being terrified of one's favorite hobby quite the conundrum. Thankfully, I wasn't afraid to get on the horse, just everything that came after getting on.

All this will tie into my job, I promise.  Just one more rabbit trail before it does.

Like oh, say, a gazillion people, I wasn't elementary school or middle school, and, unlike just about every teen triumph film, I never found my place in high school or college. I count the friends that I have as blessings.
I'm content with quality and not one bit concerned with quantity. I think my Facebook page says I know like fifty people.

So, to make a long story short, I'm not well liked at work and bit of this has to do with my lack of involvement in the foreigner community. There are a lot of reasons I haven't gotten involved but it comes , I feel overwhelmed with this job, writing, maintaining one very good friendship, and running a publishing company.

I love teaching, but Yeongju English Center is a lot more that I expected.  It feels like a pressure cooker. Sometimes,  I feel like Chernobyl and my reactor is in the red. Alex says I need to take a step back and not try do so much more than is required. I trust her, so I'm trying to do my best and be helpful and kind to kind to everyone. Do your best and leave the rest. Twall will come right some day or night. I think that's originally from the bible, but I remember it from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell.

Well, that's what's going in my life. Okay, not the only thing going on. My short story 'James' has been chosen for an anthology by Liquid Imagination.  Also, I had a dream about a  novel that I had previously abandoned, I dusted it off, dusted off  and with my head extracted from my butt, discovered my dream was right. I know how to tell this story. Yeah!