At the moment, I am juggling myriad job applications, my novel, other free-lance writing gigs, editing works by my writing partner, and writing this blog. And, you know what? I absolutely love it!
For most of my adult life, I’ve worked as a visual arts educator/art education instructor. I’ve worked with students from PK-graduate school. However, in the last five years or so the profession has become egregious, so shockingly, flagrantly insufferable that the mass exodus of teachers is not hard to comprehend. I have war stories, boy-o-boy do I have stories.
So, I am pivoting away from teaching and toward writing. I never in a million years would’ve guessed I would transition to a second career after working the requisite years in my first career. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to feeling anxious at times about this transition. Despite any apprehension, this change feels exactly right.
“Butterflies are beautiful, but the process of emerging from the chrysalis and spreading your wings can hurt like fucking hell. But still, you will survive the transformation (over and over again) and you will fly. Remember this when it hurts the most. This is the metamorphosis, the going down to liquid, and the rising again. It’s no joke – but damn, it’s one hell of a journey.”
― Jeanette LeBlanc
metamorphosis [ met-uh-mawr-fuh-sis ]
1. a complete change of form, structure, or substance, as transformation by magic or witchcraft.
2. any complete change in appearance, character, circumstances, etc.
3. a form resulting from any such change.
assiduous [ uh-sij-oo-uhs ]
1. constant in application or effort; working diligently at a task; persevering
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