As a busy person, to suddenly be bought to an abrupt stop is a bit of a shock to the system. I have worked for years, to a timetable, with sharp focus on what I need to do. The nature of my job means that two days are never the same. I give thanks everyday for the chance to work with young people, and the lessons that they, in their innocent wisdom, can teach me; and in turn, I hope, (I don’t want to presume), that in my role, I inspire them. I rarely have a day when I have wondered why I chose the career path I did. Light bulb moments in children is the greatest gift in my work….better than any million pound deal!
This recent medical interlude has been really difficult, I will not lie to you. I was made to stop. Physically I have found it difficult to do things that I have in the past taken for granted. The lack of an end date to my confinement has meant that I have had so much frustration. I am a teacher…we plan….a lot! What do you mean you don’t know how long this is going to take! Planning is part of my everyday….it is part of me.
But I have to look at a positively. I need balance.
What have I gained from this experience? What can I give thanks for? …………..
- Being made to stop. This may seem like a silly thing as it has caused me so much frustration. Stopping…for once…..has to be turned on its head. I could think woe is me, but I have had to face the fact that I don’t ever stop. Is this a good thing? I have come to the conclusion that stopping every now and again and putting your head up and seeing what is going on in the rest of the world has to be a good thing. It certainly puts this into perspective.
- Being bored! As a mother I can honestly say that I never have time to be bored. Life can become a bit of a treadmill. Grabbing quick meals, doing the same activities with my children. I spend my time telling my charges that boredom is a good thing, as it keeps the imagination going. I was frightened when my whole timetable was tipped on its head. But I needed to practise what I preached……get my imagination flowing. I have gone back 25 years; when I last had time on my hands, and I had time to be as wild with my imagination as I wanted.
- Time! For the first time for 25 years I have had time. It scared me…I will admit it. What was I going to do? There is only so much daytime TV you can watch; I can’t garden as it requires too much heavy lifting, bending and stretching; it’s raining so a walk is out of the question. I had to think fast. Using the time and mixing it with the boredom it had a positive outcome.
- Lost skills! So; what did I get up to? Well imagination wise I am definitely drawn to the creative side. Textiles is a passion that I had completely forgotten about. The rain was falling, What was I going to do? Imagination fired, the sewing machine came out. I was home! Feeling the material flowing through my fingers was bliss.
- Finding new skills. Blogging! What was all this about? I had heard about it, but thought it was a buzz word that I simply didn’t have time for. But I needed a focus, something that would keep me occupied for the duration of my recovery. Something that would stop me from sitting in front of the TV everyday. It was DH that suggested I blogged, he thought it would be therapeutic. A Year on the Make was born, and I have to admit I love blogging. Taking me from the reality of the day, and allowing me to focus on the positives of my life at the moment.
Why am I reflecting at this time? Well, a return to work is imminent…..I hope. I have enjoyed these stolen days, because I have made myself enjoy them. The reality is that I have made myself focus on the positives…writing about negatives is a real turn off. This blog started life as a form of occupational therapy, but it has become something that I love to write at the end of each day. I want to amuse, I don’t want to offend – Mum will keep me in line on that score! 🙂 ; and I hope you are enjoying reading about my journey.
See you tomorrow
PS. I have been doing this too today. See it is nearly finished!