From the class room to the kitchen table… part 2

From the Classroom to the Kitchen Table (Part 2)

It wasn’t long before the demands of teaching outweighed the demands of Multiple Sclerosis. Retired before my 40th birthday, I had a long stretch in front of me. No earning potential and what felt like no more aspirations or personal possibilities. But I was a mum to Elliot. That surely filled up my cup until it was overflowing. I had my self-help journey running alongside and so I was destined to be busy enough and fulfilled in an entirely refreshing way.

Time passed and Elliot grew up. By the time he started school, I was ready to bring something new in to my life. I’ve always been one of those really annoying energetic people! Despite MS doing its best to change that, I refused to give in and my mind demanded something to do! Having always loved writing and harboured a dream to actually sit down and do so, the opportunity was staring at me. Elliot was at school all day. I don’t do day time television. Cooking and cleaning deserve only minimal attention. Time for the next chapter to begin.

I took to my laptop. I set up in my kitchen. I wrote day in and day out. I edited for a lot of that time. And I mean a lot! I read, I researched, I wrote, I loved it. I ended up in that desk job after all! It’d been quite a voyage from the classroom to the kitchen table. But life has a habit of changing direction when you least expect it. Best thing to do is accept your new direction and see what you can turn that in to. That won’t happen straight away. It’s a long and winding process, but the sooner you start the sooner you will find peace with yourself again. You may even find new opportunities. New friendships. New perspectives. It can be the beginning of a new and fulfilled future, not an ending.

Life at my kitchen table is super wonderful. I would have recoiled in horror if it had been suggested as a way of life before. Now I have to drag myself away. The writing process is kind to me and oh so special in my world now. It is as though my journey was always leading me here. To my kitchen table.