Closure

Yesterday, I was standing in a classroom at a university...which at a time not too long ago, was the ultimate dream...to get my PhD and teach future teachers...pass the torch and help those who came after me...that was the goal for such a long time...until it wasn't.

When I quit teaching in April, I felt good about my decision to focus on being an author. I felt a peace about my decision, which always lets me know I am on the right path...but there was a small part of me that wondered, if I was misreading the signals, making a mistake, if I would have regrets.

Yesterday, I stood in the classroom and waited for 3rd and 4th grade tiny humans to come for their sessions about poetry...and I also waited for that tiniest of twinges that I was supposed to be back in a classroom, and all I felt was that I was an author, about to talk to (and hopefully inspire) future authors. There was no longing, no love lost sickness, no 'how could I walk away from this,' in fact there was nothing but closure. That chapter of my life is closed...and my soul is at peace.