Soon after my separation with work and the signing of papers that felt more like I was buying a house – – all of the feelings came pouring in. I don’t remember sleeping the first few nights. I had lost (or rather chosen to leave) 37 of the most magical years I could have imagined. I had always told others that I never worked in day in life – teaching was my passion – and likely would have done it for free if I didn’t need it to pay the electric bill. There certainly were a few bumpy moments in my teaching career (some I may be bold enough to talk about in future blogs). Moments that made me angry and very unappreciated. Moments that all my hard work and best intentions were being mis-interpreted right and left.