The End of Something

Something is missing…

Read After Burnout

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Something is missing.

“Getting thrown out of baseball was like having a part of me amputated. I’ve heard that old men wake up and scratch itchy legs that have been dust for over fifty years. That was me.”

Shoeless Joe Jackson, Field of Dreams.

When I ended my relationship with teaching, a part of me ended. The divorce was not fully signed and sealed but I had reached an immutable moment of realisation that told me that that was that. My affirmation was that I would never return to teaching; ever! So why is it that I find myself sitting here at a desk at the front of a classroom far out into the sticks of a far-out county? The truth is that I’m on the edge of the world and right on the edge of the sea that cares little for immutability. There is nowhere else to go; this…

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mike2all

This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

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