I have been back in the real world for a week now. I have read precious little, written nothing, taught some and sneezed a hell of a lot! I have been filled with the most disgusting cold which is still coursing through my body making me feel pretty yack. To say that my head felt submerged in a swamp of glutinous gunk goes some way to describe how I have been feeling over the past few days. No variation of cold medicine or cough syrup has managed to carve a way through the weariness, but a day of bed and Gilmore Girls yesterday has done a little to rejuvenate the spirit! So much so that I am raring and eager to get back into my familiar routine.
I have started the day by reading – huzzah!! I am back to working through my pile of books by picking up the long awaited read by Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns.
But, other than that and my morning blog writing, my routine will have to wait until tomorrow, for today I am organising my future life as a specialist maths tutor. In a short while I will be meeting with the other ladies who have taken the position, meeting with the heads of the prospective schools, being assigned a classroom and working out just what the hell I need to do come September. I won’t lie, I am a little anxious – over the past few days I have realised just how long it is since I taught specifically to that age range. It will all be fine once I get my head back into it and I am really excited about the prospects, I am just naturally aware of the next sweep of changes in my life.
I like changes. I like to feel like I am kept on my toes. I don’t like to think that I am stranded with only one option and only one way to walk through this life. Career speaking any way. I like security and predictability (in some respects) in my home and family life, but for my career? I like a little essence of the unpredictable – I think its what makes me work hard, makes me thrive. I think that’s why I got restless in my previous employ – I could only see one outcome and it didn’t make me smile.
This though, along with the potential it allows for continued writing, has me feeling bubbly again – has that sherbet fizz feeling in my tummy once again. It is such a long time since I genuinely felt like this with regards to teaching. I am so used to that giddy bubble each morning I sit down to write, but it is almost foreign to me when connected to the classroom. You have no idea how happy it makes me to realise it can still be there, that the original career love of my life can still be there. Relief has been sweeping through me on a wave like basis. I think I have found the balance and come September I will be ridiculously over excited about finding that new routine that is needed. Another wind blows, another change comes and the fire roars ever stronger!