Switching from teaching to sculpture at age 45 might sound insane to some, but that's where I'm at right now. After two decades in the classroom, shaping young minds and dealing with all sorts of drama, I felt something was missing. Yeah, you could say it's a midlife crisis or whatever, but genuinely, I've always had a passion for art!! 🤗🥰 It just felt buried beneath lesson plans and parent-teacher conferences. Teaching? It's been rewarding, but it drained me.

Telling my family about this big career shift wasn't exactly a piece of cake. My brother said I was crazy while my mom didn't get why I'd want to leave a 'stable job.' But what does stability mean if you're not happy? Anyway, I've started taking courses again to up my game in sculpture...it feels invigorating and terrifying at once!! There are days I wonder if I'm making the right choice or ruining everything I've worked for.

Some old friends think I've lost it too. One even quoted "The grass is always greener on the other side" during one of our chats... classic! Maybe they're right, maybe they're wrong... either way, this is happening. Yet doubt lingers like an unwanted tick; it clings hard sometimes and whispers all sorts of insecurities in my ear. Being honest (yeah with emojis), helps ease the tension though: this new beginning has me feeling more alive than sitting through another ràttified faculty meeting ever did.

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