Dear Quitting Self:
Excuse my blatant disregard for pleasantries, but let’s clear something up right away. The only reason you – my quitting self – even exists is because I love not only what I do, but the profession that allows me to do it. My passion for the profession and the kids I teach created the space in which you live.
I’ve learned that when you love something, when you have an intense emotional investment in something, when you truly care, there will always be ups and downs, great days and not-so-great days, moments of extreme joy and moments of pure frustration. The downs, the not-so-great days, and the frustrations are times that wake you up like the loudest, most annoying alarm clock ever invented. They make me question what I’m doing and whether it’s worth it. They create doubts. And although these doubts will probably always exist I’m ok with that. When I started my teaching career I knew it would be hard, really hard. What I did not know are some of the places those difficulties would grow from.