So, I woke up yesterday, Friday morning, around 7:00 am. Decadent. In the life of a high school teacher being able to sleep until 7 is unheard of….and you wake up at 5 for so long, that even holidays and weekends find you looking out the window at 5ish….
So, anyway. I woke up at 7 am. and was immediately, IMMEDIATELY hit with the realization that it was, for my still-teaching friends, the last real day of their spring break. Of course they still have today and tomorrow, but those don’t really count. Everyone will be going to the grocery store or doing laundry or unpacking those Spring Break Vacation suitcases, longingly tossing their flip flops into their closets. (Because, Lord knows, you cant be an efficient teacher in flip flops, gotta keep those toes covered to keep the knowledge from sliding out your toenails…but I regress.)
So, it hit me that yesterday was their last day. And then I cracked up. Laughed out loud. Called my husband ( at work, poor sap) to tell him that “this time last year I was probably in a deep funk thinking about how I had to go back to work in three days”. Seriously, this retirement gig has turned me into a giggling idiot who can’t believe her good fortune. I don’t have to go to work on Monday!!!!
Now , don’t hate me. Money is an issue, a little bit. The retirement pay is okay, but I still have to supplement income so we don’t have to make too many lifestyle changes (I am not giving up Friday evenings on our favorite pub’s deck with a mojito and nachos) . I have found two “post retirement careers” that allow me creative license and flexibility. I am employed by a wonderful non profit that allows me to continue my passion for advocacy for children’s issues and by an art and science workshop that challenges me to develop activities that inspire creativity while at the same time teaching core science concepts ( that left brain-right brain thing).
But, man, I am so stoked that I don’t have to put on my big girl panties and go to school on Monday.