I started each day over the last week with the intention of writing. I’ve got a million things to share, comments to reply to, pictures to upload and various social media things to catch up on, and yet I failed to actually achieve any progress in completing even the smallest online task, despite having the best intentions.
When it came to Christmas prep, I was the most organised I’ve been in years. With working very little over December (being in the fortunate position that this was by choice) I took the opportunity to finish off the last of my shopping, wrap gifts and write cards, and with a few weeks to go before the big day, I was done. The tree and decorations went up, social and travel plans were made. Term finished, and my teacher friends breathed an enormous sigh of relief.
For me, however, it’s been a rather surreal experience. This time last year I walked out of the school gates with an immense sense of excitement – I’d been counting down the days for a long time (and praying for snow on several occasions along the way) and when that final day arrived I was overwhelmed with joy that it was finally over for a few weeks.
This year was completely different. After the students had left, my colleagues went to a compulsory goodbye get-together for staff who were leaving, and I (as I’m not contracted to participate in any form of meetings) went home. There was no sense of relief or feelings of utter elation… It was just an average day, because I’m happy 99% of the time as it is. I also know that I have an enormous amount of hours already booked in for next term at various schools, so I don’t have to spend the holidays worrying about where the next pay-check is going to come from.
How lucky I am.
I’ve got a lot to catch up on, which I’ll hopefully try and do tomorrow, but in the meantime I’m going to sit back and enjoy the peace and quiet I have this evening…
Hope you’re all doing well xx