But as December 27th came and went, so too did that fantasy. The stark realization that what I thought I was supposed to be doing has ended up being completely the wrong route for me right now. And said revelation landed at my feet in the form of a not so pretty present. The big 2-5, in one form or another, is the defining moment in which we walk away from young adult life and gracefully or not enter true adulthood. It's like someone turned on the lights and said, welcome - you are now an adult, figure shit out. Refreshing to some extent, but extremely scary as well. Where do you go from here? And that's of course a rhetorical question, because many know where they are suppose to be going. So I guess the better question is where do I go from here? I can firmly state that although teaching is a wonderful profession and one I hope I return to, it isn't a puzzle piece that fits into my life at the moment. Young and vibrant I find myself in front of the classroom only to be slapped in the face by a hardened education system embedded in ideals and concepts I'm not sure I believe it. Further, although I embody a sort of energy that fills a room, that fortitude and youth may be too close to those I teach. I'm relatable, but perhaps too relatable. Maybe in another chapter of my life.
So then I ask again, where do you from here? All I can say is I hope it's somewhere up, because turning 25 has been a real downer so far.
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