After finally handing in my notice and preparing to say goodbye to teaching after 20 years to embark on a life long dream of getting paid to write, I am seriously considering whether I have finally lost the plot and I am heading with ill-deserved confidence towards impending disaster, or I am on the verge of a crazy, exciting and fulfilling chapter in my life. Mid-life crisis? Hell yeah.
With only a few weeks left of my teaching career, it hasn’t quite sunk in yet. I am sure it will at some point, but at the moment, sat in my garden, with the sun shining, it feels like I have made a positive and bold decision. But then I thought that when I bought a mini-disc player and when I put my money on Betamax.
So for the next few weeks, before Day 1, Ground Zero, whatever I am going to call it, I think I need to prepare. The time will come, which my bowels will let me know when it is getting close, when I have to crack on, knuckle down and all the other violent and destructive metaphors you can think of about just getting on with it. It’s one thing to have an idea; it’s something quite different to follow it through. Not a great metaphor, as I feel I will be doing a lot of that.
So, where to start? I suppose I am starting here. This is as good a place as any to off load and keep track of my plans, my strategies, my worries, concerns and revelations. So far, my plans are very sketchy to say the least. It’s like I am organising D-Day and my plans are ‘Let’s get some boats and go for it! It’ll be fine!’ Over the next few weeks I intend to formulate some kind of a plan of attack, but as of right now, the cupboard is pretty bare.
One thing I am considering doing, is signing myself up for one of those copy/content courses. They aren’t cheap but it might stop me fumbling around in the dark like a terrified amorous teenager struggling with the enigma that is the bra strap. There are a few courses out there so if there is anyone reading this (is there? Really?) who has experience of these things and is happy to stop me making a terrible decision, or conversely, suggest something invaluable then any help will be greatly appreciated. Throw me a buoy, please, somebody, anybody!
For the moment though, I am pretty excited (even though my aforementioned bowels suggest otherwise). I am going to stay positive, enjoy the ride and give it my best shot. And if it doesn’t work, I can always buy a sports car or have an affair!