There comes a point when you must accept when things are coming to an end. For me, I’ve been invested in young people and Religious Education for twenty years, which… I think… is a pretty big chunk of life.

I love what I do and will keep fighting to make it the most enjoyable class I can. I’m proud of the work I’ve done and certainly proud of all my students—I mean, they survived a class with me!

But the writing is on the wall.

I’m in one of the last vestiages of my position in the country and the end is coming. Not for me as a teacher, but for teaching something I absolutely love. There’s no need to point fingers at why because that will just spiral into an extended rant and I’ve moved beyond that at this point.

While there’s still a few tricks up my sleeve, there’s also a need to prepare for what’s next. This is about reinvention.

Age forces that upon us as we become more experienced and self reflective, but the rapid changes in our world also cause us to adapt. My generation were raised by those who prepared us for the thirty-year career and pension. Today, we’re teaching kids to leverage their skills for new positions when their current one becomes stale (or disappears).

The end of the line isn’t really the end, but the final stop on this train before you must transfer somewhere else. And right now, I’m checking all my luggage and preparing for a new train to board.

It may be a few years and I’m going to enjoy every moment of it that I can, but I’ll be ready.