I’m in that place again. The place I sometimes get to at the end of another school year where I start to think… Is this really what I want to be doing with my life? Am I happy? Sadly, the answer to both questions is No. I don’t think so. 😦
This year will mark my 15th year as an elementary school teacher. My 9th year as a 5th grade teacher, which is truly my favorite grade to teach. It’s weird to say, “I love 5th grade.” when I’m seriously thinking about leaving the profession all together, but the truth is, I do. I love it. I hate what education and teaching has become and what it has taken from me. I am spent, I am burnt out, and I literally feel depleted. I do not like the person I am becoming. At all.
*These were my words last August, I geared up for yet another school year. That voice in my head, the one that was quietly telling me I wasn’t happy anymore, that I needed to get out. It has only gotten louder. I am in a different place, as I write now, on February 23rd, 2022. Six months later. I am not in the “place” where I don’t think I can do it, I am now in a new place, a better place, a place of acceptance. A place where I have made the decision. I am walking away from teaching. This school year will be my last, and there is no going back for me. I am done. I’m too young to retire and am 5 years short of being able to retire with even a small pension. For many, this would be a deal breaker. I make a good salary and I have job stability. I am walking away from a career that I thought I would do forever. Yet, it is not the career I fell in love with. It does not bring me the same satisfaction it did and it hasn’t for a long time. Too long.
These are the things that held me down, made me feel stuck. The fear of the what the hell comes next. The fears of the what if? The guilt. Yet, in the new place, the place it took me so long to get to…The fear is not as strong, the guilt does not have the same hold on me, and that feeling I have had for years.. the one that is a heavy weight on my chest…it’s lighter. It took forever, but I finally got here. I am choosing me. I am choosing my happiness and my mental health and I’m choosing to be a better version of myself. A better mom, a better wife, hell probably a better friend. I am not stuck, I have a choice, and I choose me.