Strange things are at work in the world.
So, I really don't know what to think about the timing of this, but I got offered a job yesterday to run a dance studio... No, scratch that. First, I got offered a dance studio to buy "you could make payments, or pay it out over several years, or we could work something out- we'll talk."
Where did this come from?" one might ask.
I don't know!
Let me start at the very beginning. Several weeks ago I decided that one of the driving factors making me a much happier person this semester has been my one dance class that I teach. So I decided to call in some connections and see if I could land a dance studio in the Dallas area. So I call up a friend of a friend who happens to own a dance studio in the area, and I think I told you this, and she gave me a few suggestions.
Two weeks ago I contact the first studio and we email back and forth a few times over several days and eventually all communication on her end stops. Okay, I can take a hint.
Then Sunday night I send my resume to the other studio that friend of a friend suggested. Monday morning I get a reply that says, "Can you come to the studio today or tomorrow- I want to meet you." Well, I live here, and her studio is 5 hours north of here, and it's recital week, so "No, I can't. How about a phone interview or can I come in next week?"
Within hours I get an email and a phone call. She is so excited. The timing is just perfect and she can feel that it's right and she can't wait to meet me and she wants some of her students to meet me as well. She LOVES my resume. She LOVES my musical theatre experience (???) She LOVES that I worked at the Alley. And she wants to make me her head teacher or let me run the studio or sell it to me or...
So I'm thinking- this is it. This is what I've been waiting for. This is what I've been asking for. This is what I've been praying for. I never dreamed that it would actually happen, but here it is. So maybe this crazy lady is right. Maybe this is perfect and meant to be. Maybe this is just exactly the way things are supposed to turn out.
I don't know, but just the prospect of not having to teach next year puts me in a giddy frenzy every time I really let myself think about it. There's the money thing... and the insurance thing, but those are things that will be worked out if necessary. I hope this is the real thing. Now I have room to hope and that adds the fear of let-down. It's such a strange world that we live in.
Where did this come from?" one might ask.
I don't know!
Let me start at the very beginning. Several weeks ago I decided that one of the driving factors making me a much happier person this semester has been my one dance class that I teach. So I decided to call in some connections and see if I could land a dance studio in the Dallas area. So I call up a friend of a friend who happens to own a dance studio in the area, and I think I told you this, and she gave me a few suggestions.
Two weeks ago I contact the first studio and we email back and forth a few times over several days and eventually all communication on her end stops. Okay, I can take a hint.
Then Sunday night I send my resume to the other studio that friend of a friend suggested. Monday morning I get a reply that says, "Can you come to the studio today or tomorrow- I want to meet you." Well, I live here, and her studio is 5 hours north of here, and it's recital week, so "No, I can't. How about a phone interview or can I come in next week?"
Within hours I get an email and a phone call. She is so excited. The timing is just perfect and she can feel that it's right and she can't wait to meet me and she wants some of her students to meet me as well. She LOVES my resume. She LOVES my musical theatre experience (???) She LOVES that I worked at the Alley. And she wants to make me her head teacher or let me run the studio or sell it to me or...
So I'm thinking- this is it. This is what I've been waiting for. This is what I've been asking for. This is what I've been praying for. I never dreamed that it would actually happen, but here it is. So maybe this crazy lady is right. Maybe this is perfect and meant to be. Maybe this is just exactly the way things are supposed to turn out.
I don't know, but just the prospect of not having to teach next year puts me in a giddy frenzy every time I really let myself think about it. There's the money thing... and the insurance thing, but those are things that will be worked out if necessary. I hope this is the real thing. Now I have room to hope and that adds the fear of let-down. It's such a strange world that we live in.