Cowgirl Boots

These have done the rounds with the two sisters for years, and now they are temporarily mine! My favourite brown flat boots have finally given up on me, and as I could feel the damp beneath my sock for the last few weeks, I figured I had better take them to be repaired!

We were treated to a beautiful blue sky all day today, and I felt reasonably happy despite it being a work day. But then after school, a colleague asked if he could talk to me, and asked if I was alright. Well no, not really, but I'm doing the job. He's a good guy, and I think he is genuinely worried, but now as I have let it be known that my heart's not in it anymore, and that I want to do something else, I feel this will pave the way for them to start looking for errors. I am good at my job, but I don't think this is me anymore. Decisions probably need to be made in the next few months, but I don't want to burn my bridges there either. Nobody listens to me, and after eight years there, I'm still bottom of the pile. Even the newbies think they can walk all over me. And as for busybodies- we've got plenty of them. Is it any wonder I don't want to spend anytime with these people?

I felt really sad and a bit anxious when I got home, especially after the weekend. After I drowned myself in my bathtub, and I washed my hair, I felt better. Life is too short. There is trouble and strife all around me, my own never too far from my mind, and I just think you never know when you're going to run out of time, or luck. And I am determined not to become what I'd always feared: a poor teacher.

Like I said, decisions, decisions.....