Diaries of a #transitioningteacher: You Might Think I’m Crazy…

When a loved one passes away, it can leave you feeling a rollercoaster of grief. The permanency of death weighs on you like you’re holding up a brick wall while crumbling pieces fall around you, despite your efforts to hold it all together. You know if you move, everything will fall and you’ll be leftContinue reading “Diaries of a #transitioningteacher: You Might Think I’m Crazy…”

Diaries of a #transitioningteacher: I feel guilty that I feel bored teaching.

Dear Diary, There. I said it. I’m bored. As an art teacher, I feel bored. I’m teaching everyone else how to be creative throughout the day and it leaves no time for my own creativity. Creatively speaking, I’m bored. That’s just the beginning. And you know what? I have been afraid to say that outContinue reading “Diaries of a #transitioningteacher: I feel guilty that I feel bored teaching.”

Diaries of a #transitioningteacher: It’s Not a Linear Path

Dear Diary, In the spring of 2021, I sat at a desk of one of my three schools and Googled the question, “What can teachers do outside of the classroom with a teaching certificate?” Okay, it may not have been word-for-word that question. But it was pretty darn close. I had just finished up aContinue reading “Diaries of a #transitioningteacher: It’s Not a Linear Path”

Facing Myself in the Mirror: Week One

Today I began Mirror Work. 21 days of intense exploration and affirmations to heal my inner child and learn to love myself. As I walk this path toward healing, I will journal openly and honestly. I will share my thoughts, my feelings, and my progress. I will expose my vulnerability and invite you to tryContinue reading “Facing Myself in the Mirror: Week One”

A Wave of Relief After Her Passing

I couldn’t even mutter the words. How did she get inside my head? What did I say that gave away my secrets? I burst into tears because I knew what was coming. I’ve thought those words. I covered my face, ashamed that breaking down revealed what I had thought many times before this moment. IContinue reading “A Wave of Relief After Her Passing”