Universe doesn't just work in mysterious ways, it also works in cruel ways! Everything that pushed me towards retirement (early mornings, cold winds, commuting, lunch on wheels, report cards), found its way back to me! I would be lying if I said I'm not enjoying being in the classroom again. I would be lying if I said I'm not enjoying doing what I'm good at; however I also would be lying, if I said I don't question my sanity, at least once a day!
Today, seven days into my Séjour in Toronto, as I'm sitting in my wifi-equipped coffee shop, longing for the lake, the farmer's market and my Sunday band, Phlo, I realize that the beauty of being a retiree, or a substitute teacher, is in having more options.
Thus, I proclaim, never on Mondays!
Henceforward, I shall be seen on the Friday-afternoon train to Cobourg, and the Monday-night train to Toronto. What I did during the week in Cobourg (yoga, photography, cross word puzzles, scouting different social groups), pleasantly engaged, only my mind. My heart, is still in the classroom, although my tired body says otherwise. Work in Toronto, party in Cobourg — a perfect lifestyle, as oxymoronic as it sounds!
Most often, universe does work to accommodate us, if we let it! To contradict Virginia Woolf (A Room of One's Own), sometimes, the need to hurry, the need to sparkle fulfill the need to be nobody else, but oneself.
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