The smartest thing for me to do in my current job is resign. I need to pack up my books, close down my computer and leave school. I need a break, I need a period of rejuvenation, I need to get away, but I can't. Why not? Well my contract lets me give notice, I have a few pounds in the bank and I could survive a sabbatical year, but I suspect I won't and the reason is guilt. I feel guilty about just giving up. I believe that the school would not cope without me. I believe that my family would not cope without my salary. I feel guilty that I have let myself down. I feel guilty that I have let the memory of my deceased father down. If I spend long enough thinking about it I probably believe I'd be letting my dog down.
I suppose that guilt is also coupled to fear. I fear failure. I fear the loss of respect, from others and myself. What I find particularly worrisome is I find that my whole feeling of self-worth is tied up in the job that I do and the acknowledgement I get from others. I fear the prospect of being seen.
I'd like to think that I don't care what other people think. But I do. I like my position. I like the authority I have. I don't want to be a failure, a broken man, someone whose name is uttered in hushed tones as the loony who jacked it in. It bothers me. It makes me feel guilty.
I also genuinely don't want to let people down. I like my colleagues. I like the children. I like to think I do a good job and as a result do something to improve outcomes for everyone in the school.
The number of triggers I encounter would be significantly reduced if I just walked away. But what I need is courage.
Those are my thoughts today. No doubt more to come.
Keep sane!