Cat attack and disillusionment

It has been an odd day for well...it’s been an odd day for throw backs to my past. I ended up talking to a friend of my land lady’s who is a teacher, and is such a great teacher, she nearly, very nearly got me passionate for the profession once again. But then I kind of said, ‘just no.’ I am incredibly happy where I am and I don’t regret leaving teaching. I made the right choice and there were so many reasons why.

Once upon a time I had amazing teachers who inspired me, and loads of them were welsh though I lived in Portsmouth, and it I printef on my adolescent brain and I ended up in a similar place in life etc.

I still feel some of that inspiration sometimes but stuff happened and I fell out with one of my teachers as an adult and I couldn’t reconcile that with the person who I had once been inspired by. I was thinking of a career change anyway, so I guess that fall out was just one nail in a coffin, a big nail, but still only one.

No matter how hard I tried, that passion had been tainted, and I had become disillusioned.

I don’t regret leaving teaching, but I regret that argument sometimes. Passion is a sad thing to watch be ruined.

Well I have also just been attacked by the cat who needs endless love. The cat drew blood. My foot hurt.