Feeling a bit fragile with cracks forming fast,
Would I be able to seal them all up
With inadequate glue sticks and duct tape for strength?
But everyone sees that breaks that afflict
And so it’s quite easy for them to unpick.
Now I have tools, and suitable glue,
Delicate resin to hide the fine cracks,
Keeping me strong in pressurized times,
Getting back up, when life hits me hard.
When I was in my twenties I tried several times to climb the slippery corporate ladder – and quite unsurprisingly, I failed quite badly. And it was because I was too wobbly and fragile. I couldn’t handle the knocks that came with the added responsibility.
I did my teacher training because I felt that I had been sober for long enough and I had had enough therapy. I’m still wobbling all over the place and, if you read my post on Monday, you will know that I still cry (probably a little too much).
I do sometimes wonder if I could have done all of this any earlier in my life. I feel like the answer would probably be ‘no’.
Yesterday, I had an awesome conversation with the Head of House and today I had a great lesson with the problematic class. I know that come Friday something else will have knocked me and I’ll have to go about picking myself up again.
But I can pick myself up these days. And I can hold that in my mind, that the dark bits of life will pass.
I hope you have had a lovely day, and if you haven’t, I hope that this post has given you a little bit of hope.
PS I had a fourteen year old tell me to go f**k myself this morning, so today was still far from perfect – but I’m holding onto the wins.