In today’s health/fitness blogger challenge the challenge of the day is to share how you overcome setbacks.
Overcoming setbacks should be my middle name. I made the choice to leave my cushy, well paid job to go on to become a teacher, which always was my dream. While I did eventually become a teacher, it meant lean years, bankruptcy, and having to move back home with my parents.
Things got better and I moved out, and got a teaching job, a job I really loved. And I had that taken away from me, and still, to be honest I don’t even know the reason why. And that hurt. I was lucky enough to find a job the following school year, but for a number of reasons (including the chronic daily headaches and its treatment) I wasn’t re-hired. There were things I could have done better, I do know that in hindsight. I do also know that the treatments I was undergoing was not helping my mental or physical state at that point.
The next school year I was worried as I was unable to find a teaching job, or any job at all. Hundreds of applications were sent out, and I was told by a major city school department that I “didn’t have the qualifications.” At the time I had a B.A, an M.Ed +15 credits over, and 5+ years of teaching experience. How is that lacking in qualifications?
I was lucky to be hired as a substitute teacher for that school year (3 days/week), but it meant lean times. It meant sacrifice. It meant my mum was buying my groceries. It was hard, stressful, and demoralizing.
The summer of 2010, I set out looking for a permanent teaching job. I applied for every position available across the state, and even out of state. By the end of July, I had heard back from none of those schools. It was then I met (in person) Stephanie, and took the chance, the leap, and went across the pond to Glasgow to get a second Masters.
It was amazing, despite losing my mum halfway through the school year.
And then I decided to stay on to pursue my Ph.D and I had that ripped away from me last August. I don’t think I have ever felt so low. I returned to my childhood home, and began to apply for any job I could find. ANY job. I had 2 interviews in the time period between September and December. I was not offered either of them. I was lucky enough to find a retail job for the holidays, and even more lucky that my dad took a chance and co-signed my loans so I could pursue my dream.
I never thought I would be where I am today at 37, sitting in a flat in Glasgow, Scotland. I always pictured that by now I’d have a family, a dog, a white picket fence in all.
Sometimes things just don’t work out the way you plan.
I can’t say its been easy. It hasn’t. I still worry every day that I’m not working hard enough or doing enough, or what is going to happen if I lose funding or something happens or any other number of issues that could transpire.
I certainly hope that in a few years I can look back on this time and laugh about how worried I was, that the time for setbacks has passed and the time for progress is now.
As much as I wanted to give up all of these times, I didn’t. When faced with setbacks you just have to keep trying, and hope that someone has got your back.
How do you overcome setbacks?