About 2 weeks ago, school ended for the kids (teachers still have to go to work), and the year-end holidays began. With that also marked my last official day as a mainstream school teacher.
What followed was a good, quiet afternoon of coffee and reflection. Reading over the sweet notes from the girls. Thinking about how I would be embracing a new identity, a new profession. Thinking about how I can move on to embrace all the feelings I feel – the anticipation, the excitement, the fear, and the nervousness.
Everything is so imperfect. As it should be.