I process heavy emotions through writing. When my brain can’t make sense of it in itself, it sends my hands to work to spell it out on paper.
Something about the process is therapeutic — it helps me get things straight.
There is something truly poetic about forcing yourself to spell out your emotions on paper.
I teach my students that as they grow life is, and will be, full of change. Change is scary, but change is also good.
Today was my last day at my current teaching job. Resignation. Took a job teaching in Japan. A job which I am very excited for and very apprehensive. An incredible move. Perhaps a foolish and naive one, too.
Teaching fifth graders is interesting, and for the most part, I love it. I loved my building. I loved my colleagues. Yet, I was ready to move on to something else.
I’m not content to stay put but find myself nostalgic when it’s time to leave.
Funny thing, my personality.
I walked out of my classroom for the last time today. MY classroom. My first and so far, my only. I spent so many hours within it’s walls making it perfect, inviting, a home-away-from-home. I built relationships, shared stories, celebrated victories, wiped tears, and gave so many hugs. I laughed. I cried.
Two years of my life I spent in those 4 walls.
It didn’t hit me until the last afternoon of my last day just how hard it would be to walk out of that room for the last time.
I ugly cried the whole way home.
Luckily I don’t live far.
As I wiped my tears of relief, sadness, hope, regret, and pure exhaustion, I reminded myself of what I told my students only hours before.
Change is hard,
Change is scary,
But change is good.
It forces us to learn and become better people than we were before.
It challenges us.
And everyone needs a good challenge.
While I remain apprehensive of the immediate future, I know my time spent the last two years will serve me well wherever my adventures take me. It was an equally rewarding and frustrating experience, but one that has taught me a lot about myself and how to deal with situations I’m involuntarily stuck in.
While I don’t regret my time spent in that classroom,
I would regret the chance I didn’t take to try something new.
Who needs a comfort zone?