For the past 5 years I've had the Perfect Job.
Teaching piano to primary school students
In school time.
Two days a week.
In the suburb I grew up in, about 20 minutes away.
* * *
I stayed there because I loved it.
Yes, some days were better than others
(Some days I was falling asleep next to the piano
... that was before the school provided a lovely new room with a window and a view)
... but overall, I loved it.
But part of me wanted to be home more,
and have more spontaneous time on my calendar.
I would sometimes dream of Something happening
to stop me teaching at the school.
Because I was never going to give it up,
although we didn't really need the money,
because I loved it, and it was Perfect.
Last year in an effort to Slow Down I dropped to just one day a week.
This year, I stopped loving it.
I don't know why.
Maybe because a few of my long-term students left last year.
. . .
And then Something happened a few weeks ago to make me give it up.
Let's just say that school politics and policies were involved.
So ... I gave it up.
Yesterday was my last day.
And they gave me flowers.
2 comments:
All the best for your next venture. When one book closes, another is waiting to be opened. ;-)
The flowers are lovely. ~ Sarah
Bravo to you! I quit full-time teaching and now do substitute teaching once or twice a week at my daughter's school. Life is so much calmer and I am so much happier which means that everyone in our house is happier!
Enjoy your time with your family. They are young for such a short amount of time!
Best wishes,
Natasha.
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