More

I dream that I am teaching again, and having assigned the class independent work, I am spending time connecting with each student to see if they are grasping the material. It’s my favourite part of teaching, and I wake up wondering if I’ll ever have that feeling again. So rewarding.

It is bittersweet, growing old. Many of life’s goals have been achieved, and yet, the desire for more still exists. At least, it does for me. I’m just not sure what to do about it.

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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  1. I’m in the same boat, VJ. writing and reading help: I am passionate about both and am greedy to push my boundaries; gym and walking keep my body pliant and a small circle of friends and family, my social needs; I very much am nourished by living alone —

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  2. I am set to retire next year (started my teaching career later in life), and although I look forward to time to pursue other interests, I can’t help feeling there will be a hole in my life.

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