What I Learned Taking a Year End Inventory of Me

What I Learned Taking a Year End Inventory of Me

Sometimes we must look back so that we can celebrate wins that we wouldn’t otherwise bother to notice and see what improvements could have been made. I think this process of a Year-End Self-Inventory is powerful, telling and vital for my growth.

I have so much more to give than I’ve been giving. I’ve been playing small.

When I want to say “shameful” to the above comment or statement of fact, which is not a criticism of myself but a truth, I realize I have work to do on my inner game.

I think I’ll start with naming her.

[6-Figure Excerpt] My Dad’s A Lawyer (A Tale From The Classroom)

[6-Figure Excerpt] My Dad’s A Lawyer (A Tale From The Classroom)

This story is an excerpt taken from Jill’s coming book: How To Go From Broke To 6-Figures Teaching Kids While Making A Huge Difference. Enjoy.

I had a student who once told me, “You can’t say that to me. My dad’s a lawyer. I’ll sue you!”

My response before I could censor myself was to laugh and say, “I’m a teacher. Sue away. I don’t make anything.”

And literally, that was the honest truth. The only thing he could have, gladly, was my growing mound of student debt.

PART 2: What Losing Myself Looked Like

PART 2: What Losing Myself Looked Like

What Losing Myself Looked Like is a two part series on depression and what it looked like for me. To start at the beginning, head to Part 1 right now.

Depression is a serious topic and affects way to many of us, often way too young. My intention here is that each and every word written here has a positive impact for you or someone you know.

Maybe we all lose ourselves at some point on this journey called life.

Disclaimer. Going into what’s rarely discussed. Enter at your own risk.

PART 1: What Losing Myself Looked Like

PART 1: What Losing Myself Looked Like

Maybe we all lose ourselves at some point on this journey called life.

Well, my time of losing me was recent and, well, very real. It was hard, depressing and worth talking about because at times I felt so alone. As though I was slowly losing my mind as well as what made me me.

Disclaimer. Going into what’s rarely discussed. Enter at your own risk.

My Very First Tutoring Job Was In My Worst Subject Area... A Subject I Had *Gasp* Failed!

My Very First Tutoring Job Was In My Worst Subject Area... A Subject I Had *Gasp* Failed!

My first paid tutoring session was in my most dreaded subject...math.

And I was scared to death.

See, I had failed math my entire life AND was about to get paid to teach a high school student my worst possible subject.

I wasn't a math teacher.

I was barely a certified English teacher.

I hadn't gone to school to be a teacher and certainly didn't have any educational degrees that really qualified me to teach.

Terror Turns To Inspiration