I have a sharp object, and I know how to use it.

I started my new job this week. I really love it. I have never loved a job so this is all new for me. I am just almost waiting for something to go wrong. It's funny though because when people ask me what I did for the day it sounds miserable. I say things such as:

"well one little girl told me I have a sharp object and I know how to use it"
"one little boy said I do not like you, I do not like you very much"
"Oh, and I have a mentioned I get stuff thrown at me, daily, and by daily I mean hourly."
"It's not unusual to get screamed at, and told how much the kid hates me"

Perhaps I have officially lost my mind. Normal people would not enjoy those kind of things. Sane people would not want to put themselves under that kind of scrutiny for 8 hours a day, oh and take a pay cut and leave behind their cozy office job in the process. So I guess I'm not normal, or sane, and I guess I am completely okay with it.

I got a letter today stating I would be getting one dollar less an hour than I had anticipated. I also have not heard back for days from my so-called part time job I so desperately need. These types of things would normally push me over the edge and cause me to cry for days, but lately things don't seem to worry me. I actually feel like I can be myself at work. I don't have to pretend to care about tractors. I don't have to act like I know how to figure out all these processing problems. I can just love kids. As lame as it sounds, I am doing what I was called to do, something God crafted me for. Well, at least for the moment. Maybe in a few years I will be back in cozy corporate, but for now, I'm just going to thank God for the blessing he has given me.