Yes, the ‘O’Donnell Tour 2013’ was temporarily disrupted this morning. The fresh pancakes, bread rolls – even the Coco Pops had lost their lustre.
I had lost my Ibiza 2004 silver rays ring. OK, some silver tat from the ‘Hippy Market’ 9 years ago, you say. Well, agreed. But we all attach meaning and symbollic significance to many personal pieces, especially jewellery.
(I blame Bobby: his Tour De Force recently blogged about forced me into the gym for the second session of the day – and at 11 am!)
2004. I had been accepted onto the PgDip in Secondary Education (English); had saddled myself with 4k of student debt; had to jettison what I knew of Software Development and focus on language.
A complete Alt-Ctrl-Del of my life.
And, with devotion and hard work, accompanied by the assistance of the excellent Jordanhill staff and the schools that accommodated me on my journey, I left Initial Teacher Training (with a Distinction) and now enjoy a profession that I whole-heartedly love. Deeply.
And I’ve continued to be a life-long learner: perhaps THE most important aspect of this blog entry.
The ring? Well, its rays continue to burn, and we are all familiar with the motifs of light. They burn endlessly; my ‘restart’ now sees me privileged to be teaching, to be deferrent to the Masters Study I am about to conduct with Edinburgh University.
And to still have the eternal energy to get out (at 42) and enjoy the bike.