This year has been a whirlwind. It started off knowing that I would be taking a break from teaching after the school year ended. Did I have a plan? Not really. I had an idea, but come to find out…that idea did not take off. But I knew in my heart, it was time for a change because I could feel how exhausted and unwell I was becoming. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE teaching. I LOVE my students so, so, so very much. Anyone who hears me talk about them, knows this. I, also, know my strengths, and I am passionate about one-on-one tutoring. It’s my happy place….classroom management, maybe not so much.
Identity
As the school year came to a close, I felt peace about my decision but I felt like I was losing part of myself. My life had been consistently 24/7 teaching; what do you do when it no longer is?
It amazes me how much value we place on our occupation/vocation. The first couple questions that you ask a person typically entails something like the following: “What’s your name,” and “What do you do?” My typical response would include, “I am a middle school English teacher.” And then from there, you set your place in the world. But what do you do when suddenly it isn’t true anymore? Who are you? Because, as crazy as it sounds, we don’t introduce ourselves using our qualities and traits; even though, that is what we value in our relationships and friendships. I am not friends with someone because of their occupation; I am friends with someone because I value their honesty, kindness, humour, and/or adventure-like spirit. My friends consistently help me become a better version of myself because that is who I want in my life.
So this summer, I faced the reality of no longer having to worry about the following school year. It was weird. I didn’t have to camp in a coffee shop for a week to lesson prep or figure out new curriculum. And, I felt lost and wasn’t sure about myself anymore.
Murphy’s Law
Most everyone knows about the Malibu incident involving the tire explosion. Not everyone knows that it was my dad’s car. When I had to take everything out of the car after it was totaled, I was a mess. It was 90 degree weather and there I was transferring everything out of the car, sobbing and sweating a waterfall. The thing is, I was instantly transported back to the hospital having to say goodbye to him all over again. My heart broke. My memories of him were vivid in that car, and it was like I had a part of home with me. It was a cathartic day for me. Thankfully, I have his cross hanging in my new car; so even though I don’t own the Malibu anymore, I still have that constant reminder of my dad.
To top off the Murphy’s Law week, I ended up blacking out during a plasma donation. My phlebotomist and I had a laugh over that because we had just discussed everything happening in my life. After I was back to normal, I looked and whispered, “Murphy’s Law,” to my phlebotomist and she patted my hand saying, “Oh baby, Murphy’s Law is right.”
Wellness
With all of this happening, how was I emotionally? I was a depressed mess. I have shared in the past about dealing with depression and anxiety, and it definitely hit me hard this time. I would have good days, and I would have very bad days. But, I am thankful for my friends who would check up on me and get me out of the dark places in my head. I am thankful for the people who constantly remind me of my value and strength.
My goal for this year is to get back to a healthy version of myself: physically, mentally, and spiritually. I am taking baby steps and trying to make my goals attainable. I am trying to keep with my word of the year, “be,” because I want to be present, to be intentional, and to be available. It is so easy to be consumed by life and the craziness, and I don’t want to be led by that.
There you go. This is me.
Hello, my name is Erin. I try to be honest, kind, and intentional. Sometimes I fail and sometimes I hit a home-run…but isn’t that the wonderful journey of life?