Sometimes point of view is everything. I remember when I made the decision to retire, I did so with some reservations. After all I had taught for thirty-one years, and it was a huge part of my identity.
I worried about what I would do next in life? I wondered if my pension would be enough? I was apprehensive about leaving my comfort zone.
Each day when I left my neighborhood I had to take a right turn onto the road with a somewhat limited view. You couldn't quite see around the bend. However, each time I returned from the opposite direction I had a clear view of the turn.
One day it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was the same road!
The only difference was the point of view.
As I was approaching this new phase of my life, it became clear to me that I could not allow the unseen part of the road to hold me back. I had to trust that the view from the other side was wide open.
It's been six years (actually it’s been almost fourteen) now, and although there are times I really miss being in the classroom, I'm glad I didn't let the bend in the road hold me back.
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