No, I am not
Some reason for the last month or so, I have had to repeatedly answer the same question. "When do you go back to school?" Then I have to smile, and answer, I am not teaching anymore. It's been five years and that sentence still hurts. Like knife in the heart, hurt. It is still a sucker punch to the gut. I still want to curl up and cry. Today's Facebook memory was about the beginning of the end for me as a teacher. I was worried about what the new year would bring. Now I look back and think "I had every reason to worry". So as I was running this morning, I had my choice of a story about Pulse Nightclub and the shooting or the news about the attack in France. Neither were something that I wanted to focus on as I was sweating so I started thinking about the events in my life five years ago and why it still hurt to say "No, I am not teaching". All my life, all I ever wanted to do was teach and be a mom. I ...