I hate to be cheesy
But those tiny glimmers of hope,
They’re pretty magical, are they not?
They bounce off anything they meet,
Can fill a room with light, from just a little source.
They may not look like much,
But we should measure them in kilobeats
Or how they warm the heart.
I think it’s really cheesy when people talk about glimmers of hope and light at the end of the tunnel. And then I go and get a little glimmer of my own and I realise that my stone cold heart can thaw quite quickly when I’m the one experiencing it.
I’ve had a bit of a bad run of luck with bad news over the last week or two. Nothing life altering, but enough to make me feel like the world is ganging up on me a bit. And then today I got a ‘good’ in my formal observation.
I have not reached that point all that much yet, so to finally have that validation that I am starting to reach the point that I would expected to be when I’m a real teacher, that’s special.
My mentor reminded me that there could still be ‘requires improvements’ throughout my journey, especially as we move back into the classroom and have to get used to face to face teaching again.
But for now I’m going to bask in the light and warmth of my glimmer. And if you want to use an awful cliche to describe feeling good, you knock yourself out. You’ve earned the right to describe that feeling any way you want.