My first week in my new job is over. And I'm ecstatically happy. It's not that the job is easier than my old position by any means, but there is something about this new challenge that I'm loving. Everyday this week I've woken up excited to go to work, and at the end of the day I find myself looking forward to the next day. I've spent the week making loads of mistakes, but I've had enough successes to make me excited to try and fix my mistakes the next day. I've clearly got a lot to learn and I'm oddly excited about it.
Last year I wondered whether or not I would should even go back into the world of education. I was burning out and not even enjoying the kids anymore. I don't think I realized exactly how much until today when I listened to a kindergartner's joy in listening to a story. This week I've felt that love for the children that I'd lost last year.
I want to remember this positive change and hope that I never get stuck in a rut. I would have been a terrible classroom teacher if I'd gone back into the classroom this year. I just didn't have it in me. Things would have been fine, but not good. I wouldn't have been satisfied with good, but wouldn't have had the energy to make it good.
I hope I'll always be willing to take the risk of a new job.
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