On (some) Tuesdays I write about education and then post to the Two Writing Teacher blog. and then comment on at least three other blog posts.
The Last Day
Today is my last day in education. I have a coach meeting this morning and then there is some open time this afternoon which I am certain will be filled with something. It is the nature of how things work.
I turned in my resignation last Friday and the official paperwork was done yesterday. Voicing my decision on Friday was harder than I anticipated and I choked up several times. There are many people that I met here in Wisconsin that were blessings to me in many ways.
My device turn in will be today. Work is not completely over though. I will go to a conference next week to draft an academic plan for the school next year. There will be a new principal and many other positions next year and the outgoing principal wants to make sure there is a place for them to start.
2022 has been a strange year full of trauma and abundance. A new season is truly starting for me and dreams I have held for a long time are becoming reality, but not within the circumstances I envisioned. I have come to learn in a harsh way that can be the nature of life. Honestly, this is a lesson I should have learned many times over! Maybe it will stick this time.
Somehow it seems fitting today is the Strawberry Supermoon and that it is heat advisory temperatures outside. My life is filled with extremes. It is also #llamatuesday!
My exit from public education will be a quiet one and I prefer it that way. When I moved here it was my intention to stay here for several years before retiring to Minnesota. But leaving Wisconsin now is an intentional choice. I am not trying to escape a job to move onto something else. I am moving into full time writing but that has been a part of my life forever. It feels more like a shift rather than a “I burned my life down again” change. Many patterns will continue to be the same and I will continue to teach writing classes online. There will be some opportunities for real life workshops in my new town as well.
This time, I am not trying to move everything around on my life plate in order to make room for the metaphorical potato salad that there really is not room for. I am not trying to figure out how to add more, I am actually taking something off the plate which is not usually my pattern.
I am cautiously optimistic for the future. I have a list of plans [I wouldn’t be me without that!] but also have an open heart to welcome what comes. I look forward to quiet adventures that fill my life with hope and love.
Summer over the last several years has been my time to live the writer’s life. This year that season will continue to stretch on past August and I am excited to thrive in it and write about it!
What are you looking forward to in your next season? I would love to know in the comments.
#happyllamatuesday #happyreading #happywriting