Nothing Says You Have To Let Go Until You Are Ready

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This old gal…

Entered the substitute teaching arena…with a job in reading intervention…for a consecutive Friday afternoon and Monday…not gonna lie…veteran teacher me…was scared spitless…didn’t really want to sub…but needed to…was being pulled to…not for the money…but for something deeper…something…more personal…

Not sure what really…maybe retired old me…wanted to establish herself as an educator in New Town…be a part of that community…or maybe…it’s the need to prove herself…prove that age…hasn’t made her less…less knowledgeable…less skilled…less a thing of value…or maybe…as years pass…the soul of teacher me…is drifting away…ebbing…waning…and for some reason…this old gal isn’t ready…to let go…just yet…

And so it was…stopped at Fareway on the way to the job…bought a pound of Fruities to have for Bingo…the cashier…noting the school badge asks cheerfully…oh…are you a teacher…and after a swell of the heart…
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This old gal…agreed…