On Saturday I went to a blog conference. It was fantastic. I learnt lots, I was inspired and more than anything I met lots of wonderful people.
I was chatting to a couple of other bloggers who I had never met before, but they knew me. Or rather they knew about me through a post I had written back in April about why I left teaching.
Some of you may remember that it went viral almost instantly.
Although every blogger would love a post of theirs to go viral, I was somewhat saddened that mine received such a huge response. Still today, like I did when I hit that Publish button, I get people, total strangers, messaging me to tell me they feel exactly the same and don’t know a way out.
I don’t want to enter again, into the dramatic and drastic changes that I have seen in teaching, as I talk about it in my initial post.
However, again, and sadly inevitably, there has been lots in the news about the decline of the teaching profession of late.
It made me realise just how bloody proud I am of myself, for having the balls to leave a very well paid job, but one that made me stressed and very, very unhappy for missing out on so much time with my family.
I have many, many friends still in the profession.
You are all, absolutely wonderful.
And I burst with pride for the amazing job that you do, day in day out, during your weekends, your holidays, even when you’re sleeping, I bet you are planning lessons and worrying about that little boy in your class who was so upset that day.
For me, I had to do something.
I had to put my own 2 young children before the 30 in my class.
So I did.
And I feel so different.
I’ve never been so happy.
I saw this a while ago and saved it to my phone, because it’s exactly me.
It’s about me.
The ‘She’ is me.
Have a great week, everyone.
We only get one shot at this.