03/06/2026
I didn't leave teaching because I stopped loving it.
I left because my body decided for me.
I remember the exact moment.
I was walking from my classroom to my car at the end of the day. Walking stick in hand because the pain had been bad. And somewhere in the middle of the courtyard, where the learners played at lunch, my legs just stopped working.
Not slowly. They just stopped.
I stood there, trying to move forward, but couldn't. I don't know how long I was there. All I kept thinking was I can't do this anymore. And then, because my brain does what it does, I started thinking about the drive home. The pain that comes with sitting in a car (it's honestly the worst). That I'd probably cry. That I'd get home and lie on the floor until I could get up the nerve to make dinner.
One of the Deputy Principals walked out and saw me standing there.
"You okay?"
I smiled; it was probably wobbly, but somehow it must've been convincing. "I'm fine, just thinking."
He laughed and said he'd see me tomorrow.
He did see me tomorrow. And for a little while longer.
But something changed while I was standing there in that courtyard. I knew I was running out of tomorrows in a job that I absolutely loved, and that I needed to figure out what came next before my body figured it out for me.
What I didn't expect was that years of learning how to actually teach people things would turn out to be the most valuable thing I'd carry into whatever came next.
Most course creators are experts in their topic. Very few have spent years thinking about how to teach it.
That gap became my thing.