12/27/2021
Hello both new and old friends I’m Megan Elaine and I want to share a bit of a reflection I woke up to this morning on why I left the classroom.
There are many reasons that many people state as their reason for leaving the teaching profession. But I’m only going to talk about one.
I left teaching because it was no longer in energetic alignment with who I was and where I wanted to go.
I had gotten lost in the sauce of teaching. It truly became my WHOLE identity. I wasn’t pursuing my creative side, playing, or even being myself.
I felt like I had to put all the things that made me “me” in a box on a shelf and leave it in order to morph into the type of teacher my school needed me to be.
I had completely lost all sense of self. I had a double identity. There was part of me that loved teaching and all that went with it - but she was hollow. The other part of me was alive, full of life, and wanting to pursue a spiritually centered creative life - but I felt trapped.
It was a long battle of tug-o-war between these two parts of myself. But I wasn’t willing to lose all of the parts of me that I loved but were forced into hibernation.
My body began to physically reject being at school, I was anxious, crying all the time, and I began to resent my position because of who I had become.
I wasn’t myself anymore, and during quarantine I realized my only way back home to myself was walking away from what felt to be my whole entire life - in hopes of regaining my sense of self again.
I’m here to say, a little over a year later, I made it. I have rediscovered who I am (and will continue to do so for the rest of my life).
I am happiest when creating, writing, and teaching about the things I am passionate about. I am so grateful that I get to do this through coaching and my 1:1 offerings, and my group program coming in January.
I am a spiritual baddie with a new outlook on life and how we truly get to create our own reality.
If this speaks to you and you’re ready to take that leap of faith, let’s hop on a call.
Thank you for witnessing my unfolding,
Megs