My students surprised me on Thursday. They made me a really touching power point and they all brought flowers (hence the picture). I about cried. It was the sweetest thing. Especially since they organized it on their own.
Anyway, I’m leaving.
I’m setting out on a new adventure.
Today is my last day in the classroom.
Maybe temporarily. Maybe permanently. Who knows. The fact is, when August rolls around and my coworkers and friends are getting back into the classroom, putting up bulletin boards and figuring out class lists, I won’t be joining them.
It’s bittersweet.
I’ll miss the students. I will really miss the students. Especially this year’s class. A class of writers and goofballs. Kids with quick smiles and contagious laughs. They wound their way into my heart in such a deep way.
But I won’t miss all the other stuff that comes with teaching.
And I absolutely won’t miss being away from home nine hours out of the day. I will love, love, love having more time being a wife, a mother, and a writer. I will love having more time, period.
However, the other day, my dad and I were having a conversation that made me pause. Reflect. We were talking about retirees and how they often feel like they have less time than they did when they worked. They experience a sort of where-has-this-day-gone phenomenon.
I’ve been thinking about that phenomenon. Stewing over it a bit. Trying to figure out how this could be. How could having more time make a person feel like they have less? Here’s what I came up with:
Sometimes, having more time makes us less disciplined. And being less disciplined affects the way we use our time.
Sometimes, having more time makes us take that time for granted. And taking our hours for granted affects how productively we use them.
This makes sense. I mean, as a full-time working mama who also writes, I had to squeeze the most out of every minute. I had to be diligent. Incredibly disciplined. Now, there will be that temptation. That temptation to sit back and say, “I’ve got all the time in the world. Why not relax?”
I don’t know about you, but I want to fight that temptation. I want to make sure I don’t find myself at home, getting less done than I did when I worked as a full-time teacher.
So I’ve come up with a game plan. Four things I plan to do to make the most of my time:
Protect the time I’ve always had.
Just because I don’t have to be somewhere, doesn’t mean I should get up later. My writing time has always been in the morning, before my son wakes up. I’m not going to change that now. My alarm clock will beep at the same time it always has.
Make and stick to a schedule.
I’m a fan of schedules. It’s the teacher in me. It’s the mother in me. It’s the control-freak in me. Whatever it is, I like them. Schedules offer a sense of security and bring order to the day. They ensure that there is a time to play, a time to nap. A time to clean, a time to cook. A time to read, a time to write. Anybody feel like they’re reading Ecclesiastes?
Write short and long term goals.
I’m also a fan of goal-setting. They give me purpose and focus. The biggest thing I’ve learned, when it comes to goals, is to physically write them down. Not just think them. But write them. So I’m going to buy a notebook and record all my goals in one place.
Assess and adjust.
Just like a good little teacher checks in with her students and adjusts her instruction as needed, I need to check in with myself and adjust my routine and habits as needed. How am I doing as a wife? As a mother? As a writer? Where am I dropping the ball? How can I improve?
I’m going to cling tightly to these four tips and hopefully, I won’t find myself saying, “Man, I should have all this extra time. So why does it feel like I have less?”
Let’s Talk: Do you find that the more time you have, the more lax you get about getting things done? Any tips for me or others who are making similar transitions?removetweetmeme
