No revelations or advice tonight, as I've been pretty pensive for the last few days.
Work for me starts again next week, and it's a bittersweet thing. I'm tired of lounging around the house every day, though being home alone allows my creativity to blossom. It's been a productive summer. Not quite as much as I hoped, I'm afraid, but I still got a lot of stuff done, improved my craft, and had fun. But seeing the awesome people I work with and spending time with those kids is something to look forward to.
I miss working. Working with children, helping them through their struggles and cheering them when they triumph, is so inspiring. I thought when I started the job that I'd be out in a year, on to bigger and better things, and that I didn't have the patience to continue. And then I fell in love. Every child is unique and beautiful, and watching their journeys has been so fulfilling.
On the other side, I'm actually a bit scared. Last year was physically and emotionally draining. I made it through okay, but walked away with scars. My arms are a physical reminder of how hard it was, my memories a mental one. And I know that this year may be almost as difficult. I have so much respect for those who make teaching their life, but I am not one of those people. I love my job, but my dreams lie elsewhere.
For now, I guess, all I can do is go back to work and hope for the best while creating in the background.
I do have a question to pose, though. Authors, artists, musicians, creators out there, where do you work--assuming you don't make enough money with your creations to pay the bills? Does it interfere with your creativity? And if so, how do you manage?