Getting Old

Being a teacher has its share of ups and downs.  I just realized that I have been teaching for almost a decade.  Its amusing that I have never celebrated my work anniversary or anything. 

I had just finished reading Jeph Loeb's Superman for all seasons. There's a very beautiful line:

We can be grateful for the seasons, no matter how cruel or harsh they may seem.  For it is only through their passage that we can truly appreciate the future.  

Serendipity, perhaps? As the reading came in a time that I have been doubting my career choices.

Was my career choice not only good but did it inspire others to do good? 

Good Luck? Bad Luck? Who's to say, too soon to say.  Too soon to say.