Saturday, April 9, 2011

Leaving the Perfect Job

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.


Sarah said...

All the best for your next venture. When one book closes, another is waiting to be opened. ;-)
The flowers are lovely. ~ Sarah

Natasha said...

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,