Estoril to Cascais.

Today I took a walk from Estoril to Cascais. By the ocean at sunset. And did some thinking…

I realized the other day that the Celta course had quickly slipped off my to do list. I arrived in Lisboa super ready to roll and realized that it may be something I need to hold off on and have been quite relieved to do so. I always find myself at the same crossroads with the whole teaching bit. Thinking that it is a smart and stable thing to do, and at the same time having an insatiable hunger to follow a dream...

The Celta course will cost me a bit of money, all of which has been set aside. The setback? Taking the course does not guarantee me a job, obviously. But even moreso, most if not all of the job postings in Europe call for EU citizenship. Something I do not have. Yet. So for the past few days i've been pondering what I should do. 

It's a fence I will constantly find myself on. And perhaps at some point I will jump off on the teaching side, but for now i've chosen dreaming. Heading in the direction of a cloud.

My gut has been speaking to me, as it often does, and i've decided to listen. While I have not fully dismissed the Celta bit, I am setting it aside for now. I have full confidence that my innards will let me know when it is time to tackle that log (is that even a saying?!?) And right now is not it...