One Step Closer..

It took many a shitty job (and ‘career’) for me to realise that I had, naturally, always been right.

When I was about ten years old, after getting past the “I want to do what my Daddy does” stage, I announced to my mother that I wanted to be a teacher. She was horrified. As a teacher herself, with a child who was reasonably bright, she dreaded the day that one of her daughters would announce they wanted such a poorly paid career. The next few years were dedicated to talking me out of it.

To this day, my mother reminds me that I could earn X amount of money, that I’m too ‘clever’ (which is, infact, absolute bollocks) to teach. I’ve had decent paid jobs, and I’ve had a well paid career. But I hated all those unfulfilling, empty jobs. Sure, they bought me some cute furniture, and a few hideously expensive pairs of designer shoes (which, by the way, I’ll be selling.. Size UK 4, if you’re interested!), but nothing outweighs the feeling of looking forward to going to work. And to me, teaching children their first few basic skills – reading, writing, using computers, counting.. That far outweighs the importance of holding ‘very important’ meetings and taking long lunches with clients.

So, I finally took the plunge, and in three weeks I will be knee deep in finger paint, teaching pre-schoolers the words to ‘Three Little Ducks’, how to write their names and how to recognise colours.

I’ll be wiping sticky hands and mucky faces, I’ll be reading the same stories over and over again. But, I’ll be surrounded by little-people that look up to me with little smiling faces. I’ll be skint, I’ll never own a decent pair of shoes again, but I know I’ll be good at this. Really good, better than I could be at anything else.

And more importantly, I know I’ll be happier than I’ve ever been.
Or at least, one step closer. :-)