no going back

 It's been several months with a new job. People are asking me if I made the correct choice and if I would ever go back. 

No. I will not go back. 

My dad was in the hospital and I left to be with him. I didn't spend hours prepping to be out of work, I just left.

I took a couple vacation days and posted an out-of-office automatic reply. I didn't spend hours prepping to be out of work and worry about it when I wasn't there. 

I went home for Thanksgiving and did not do a single work preparation. 

I went to my husband's work holiday party and was asked how teaching was going. I can't express how nice it was to talk about my work with excitement and for people to listen. 

I talk about the ups and downs of my job, and people agree with me, validate my feelings, and send encouragement. No one tells me that I knew what I was getting into so I shouldn't care. Or that the career is more of a calling than a job, so that I need to accept the broken system. Or that my work is depending on me so much that I should be happy to donate my free time. 

I messed up something at work the other day and the response I got was: "There is basically nothing that we do here that can't be fixed."

No. I will not go back to the classroom.

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