The Times They Are A Changin

Today I informally, but formally, gave my 2 weeks at the bus yard. It is amazing sometimes how my life goes through transition times. It seems that when some things change in my life the change just comes pouring in. Like in order to manage through the changes I experience I am forced to move in new and exciting directions. In retrospect, at least on the day, I feel I have made a wise decision. I do not know where this change will lead me, I do not have another specific job opportunity lined up, but I have a tinge of that old familiar feeling that comes to me often when I am in the face of risk. The mellow river of faith that runs through my mind that continually splashes away thoughts of doubt and insecurity. A river that has grown from a mere stream over time by means of facing adversity, taking risks, and digging in the trenches. Being a bus driver has always been a digging in the trenches sort of experience. Driving always forced me to look beyond my position and to focus on who I am not because of what I do but because of who I am as a individual. Bus driving was a walkabout or more appropriately a driveabout. I was on my own walking through life without the surety of being recognized as successful, and without anyone my age to suffer along with. I was also faced with many crucial options. I could spend my time eating and sleeping, or I could read, write, ponder, walk, and feel. I am so glad I picked a healthy mix of both. I will always look back fondly on my three years as a school bus driver. I have never learned so much in my entire life. The good news is that if I learned that much while I got paid to sleep... I am so excited to see how much I will learn when I get to use what I have learned all the time... hopefully. 

But man am I going to miss hanging out with my Special Ed kids at Edison...