Today is the first day of school for public school kids in my area. More personally, this is the first first day of school in seven years that I’ve spent at home with no plans to join other educators in wrangling other people’s kids! Since I officially resigned at the end of last school year, a lot of people have asked me how I thought I would feel come August. It was hard to say for sure. I spent several years doing what I loved, and this is a big change. However, now that thousands of kids are officially sitting in classroom after classroom listening to rules and expectations and trying to stay awake while I watch Saved by the Bell from my couch, I have an answer.
I feel great!
(Okay, I don’t actually feel *great* today. I feel completely exhausted and kinda gross because I’m desperately in need of a shower. I have a 2-1/2 week old baby who hasn’t learned to sleep when I say sleep, so… you know. And I’m feeding my baby while I watch Saved by the Bell, so don’t judge my laziness!)
But seriously, I couldn’t be happier with my decision to quit teaching. I loved it, but I knew all through the past school year that my days were numbered. I was losing my spark — my joy — because I wanted something else. A different career, a different passion.
Now I have it, and I couldn’t be happier!