Douglas Adams has a lot to answer for.
I turned 42 just a few months ago, and within weeks, everything had changed. Whether for the better remains to be seen.
I’m a teacher, or I was until less than two months ago. New job at a new school was supposed to give me a new lease on teaching life. Did it? Nope. Everything imploded – my health, my home life, my ability to teach, my ability to connect with teenagers, all of it was shot to nothing in the space of a few short (but felt like interminably long) weeks. On Fridays, I should have been looking forward to the weekend; instead, I was dreading returning on Monday. On Saturdays, I should have been relaxing and enjoying time with my family or going to karate; instead, I was planning lessons that would be completely destroyed within minutes of students entering the classroom.
I was a gibbering wreck of a human being.
My husband – Best. Husband. Ever! – gave me the space and support to make the choice that was best for me and for our family. I chose to be signed off, and used that time and space to clear my head before making the next big decision.
And now I write. Pretty much all day, fitting it around being a housewife (?!) and putting my lovely, but sorely neglected, house back into some semblance of order. I signed up for NaNoWriMo, and I’m having the most fun I’ve had in years! Nearly all my friends – bless ’em! – have offered to proofread my book. Which is awesome, because I haven’t a clue whether it is any good or not. I’m just hoping that they’ll decide to buy it too, if/when I get it finished/published.
I’m taking the next few months to find out if I can make writing a full-time, paying gig.
This blog will be a platform to present some of my writing to the world at large. (I’ve not done anything like this before, so this is scaring me half-to-death when I think about it too much.) I am hoping that you out there will read my writing and enjoy it; if you do, please comment, and don’t be afraid to include constructive criticism too. If you don’t enjoy it, tell me what I’m doing wrong – but in that spirit of constructive criticism, not destructive. Please.
So, jobless and trying to create a new career out of nothing but the words in my head and this blog, all at the age of 42. But if I didn’t know that the answer to the Question of Life, the Universe and Everything was 42, I don’t think I would have had the strength to walk away.
Like I said, Douglas Adams has a lot to answer for.