dear jess,
have you had one of those days where you doubt what you do? where you reckon that you werent meant for this; perhaps? i have those doubts, every week, if im lucky, if im not, more than one time every week.
i reach a point where i ask myself, maybe im not meant to teach. maybe i actually suck at what i do.
that's what a job where you dont sit in a cubicle does to you. it makes you wonder. thats what a job when you cant gage satisfaction, amount of work done does to you. thats what you do when you decide to live on passion. thats how you will pay.
im not a disciplinarian. i dont know how to tell these idiots what they should and shouldn't do. maybe i'll learn someday and until then i will have to feed my depression by eating three meals after eight when i doubt myself.
i just needed to tell someone. and now that i have, i'm off for a holiday.
yours,
jess
have you had one of those days where you doubt what you do? where you reckon that you werent meant for this; perhaps? i have those doubts, every week, if im lucky, if im not, more than one time every week.
i reach a point where i ask myself, maybe im not meant to teach. maybe i actually suck at what i do.
that's what a job where you dont sit in a cubicle does to you. it makes you wonder. thats what a job when you cant gage satisfaction, amount of work done does to you. thats what you do when you decide to live on passion. thats how you will pay.
im not a disciplinarian. i dont know how to tell these idiots what they should and shouldn't do. maybe i'll learn someday and until then i will have to feed my depression by eating three meals after eight when i doubt myself.
i just needed to tell someone. and now that i have, i'm off for a holiday.
yours,
jess
2 comments:
oh man, in bad weeks i ask myself that once after every class...that's 8 per week.
happy hols...
awesome. im not alone ;)
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