Next Chapter.

A silly little thing happened this week;

I finished my Masters in Teaching (Primary).

Gideon and I also finished 4 seasons of Breaking Bad, but that's a whole other blog post.

Finishing university is bittersweet. It's comparable to finishing high school and the feeling of uncertainty that comes with it as now 'life' begins. Well, my professional 'life', that is.

When I started university in 2009, I could only see the end of my Undergrad degree. I finished that mid-2012 & married Gideon soon after. But when I started University I never thought of what it would feel like to finish university. It's weird, really weird. I feel like i've been thrown in the deep end, given all these skills to teach but no class to teach it to.

I'm doing a resume drop tomorrow to my two prac schools, hoping for some casual work before the school year ends. That's another thing... working. I've had a job before, cleaning, but I've never been a professional. I have a profession, I'm trained, I'm qualified... this is my career. It is so strange.

The road to this destination has not been easy, in fact these past 5 years have been the most emotionally and mentally turbulent of my entire life. Developing a serious anxiety problem to dealing with bouts of depression, it has been hard but has it been worth it? Yes.

If I gave up I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself because in the end 'I did it!' and I've slapped the mental health issues in the face. And I would advise you to do the same, regardless of your situation. Just slap that voice in the back of your head telling you that you're not good enough oooor you're the worst human being on the face of the earth. I told you so.

So here's to you, University, you weren't very fun but I got two degrees out of you so I'm happy about that.

Now to find a job...

Stay classy.