Hold Your Breath…

Poolside parents…

Read After Burnout

images-539A busy weekend that started with a carpeted church, moved on to an orchestra rehearsal, before finally finishing with a full day in the pool. The pool was the public one and into this, on a freezing Sunday morning, the collective youth of Yorkshire were plunged.

Let’s get this straight, this is not a mass baptism; it was a swimming gala. This type of event roughly translates into a baptism of boredom for all those adults not anointed with the perfumes of parental competition. A day’s races including front, back, breast, and four-stroke. Some of the kids seem to have outboard motors attached to them as the race through the water.

We had come to an an agreement; I would do the morning stint and my wife would do the afternoon one. Mine was one hour shorter than my wife’s, but in gala terms that equates to three weeks and four…

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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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