A few years ago working in early education was tough for me. The pressures of knowing what young children needed to flourish but having the daily battles of trying to help others see. Breaking down the relationships built up with children and the time for connection because âformal learning was a priority.â As a leader I often felt that I spread myself too thin. The more I did, the more that was expected from me.
Those above me didnât want people who loved and cared about their job. They needed machines that were unconnected from love to go through a process. This sadden me deeply.
I remember one day stopping to look at my reflection in the mirror. My skin looked grey and tired, my shoulders and neck ached, I felt dizzy with worry about all that was expected from me and wondering how I could ever do all these things well.
My weekends had become consumed with work. Often turning down invites from friends and family. When I did go out I felt like ...