I’m sitting in an empty classroom. Today is transition day, the last day of school. The children go to their new classes to meet their new teachers.
And I’m just sitting here, feeling empty, empty, empty.
And wondering if I made a mistake.
I turned in my notice two months ago, for reasons, that seem shaky now. For the unknown.
I’ve never been a risk taker, but this one seemed right, felt good, until it didn’t.
There have been tears, tears, hot tears, cool tears, tears of joy, of sadness, of many things and now I’m just sitting here in an empty class room trying to articulate.
I can’t breathe for the fear that this will consume me.
Life comes at you fast.
Sometimes it crashes into you, leaving you to gather all your pieces