What Happened After I Quit Teaching

This is Chapter 2 of 4. To read the first, click here.

I’m not going to lie, the decision to leave teaching elementary school behind was not an easy one for me. I did a lot of soul searching. I thought about my interests, previous plans from the past, and dreams of where I had once wanted to be. In the past, I had worked in the fields of accounting and psychology, and I thought about going back. A common phrase my friends and family often heard from me was, “I should’ve gone into accounting because numbers always listen.” I had also been teaching group fitness classes for years and had often dreamed about making a living as a fitness and wellness coach.

After much discussion with my husband and searching for answers both through prayer and the internet, I inquired about an online health coaching certification program with a school on the East Coast. After speaking with a representative from the school, I knew that’s what I wanted to do. It was a year of study and during the later part of the program, I opened a small, private health coaching business, and reopened my private piano studio.

Becoming a health coach was an exciting adventure! It was a lot of work and a pretty big investment for our family. I wanted to serve individuals who, for whatever reason, would not attend a gym, and I had several clients. I loved being a business owner and the flexibility that came with it. In the end, however, I just couldn’t make it work. I simply wasn’t making enough money.

I started applying for jobs doing accounting work. At one time, this had been my college major, plus I had past experience. I was confident (well, mostly) that I would find a job. After several interviews at various places, I was hired to work in the administration and finance department of my city’s municipal government. Oh my gosh I was SO elated and thankful to get that job! I even cried!

In this job, I was responsible for accounts payable, assisting the finance director as needed, and assisting with payroll. It didn’t take me long to learn what I needed to do. The entry level pay wasn’t bad, and the actual work was stress free. The only thing was, I knew after the first month that I didn’t want this to be my life’s profession. Working in an office shared by 4 other people was very mentally challenging. I had spent so many years being professionally independent, and all of a sudden I was under a microscope. Then summer came and for the first time in over 20 years, I had to work M-F, 8-5 during the summer months. Torture! I became a caged bird!

To learn more about what happened during the 2 years and 6 months that I worked for the City, jump to Chapter 3.