So, it’s been a crap couple of weeks but I’m slowly getting my shit together. I’ve done some relief teaching, which has been good money-wise and for the experience, but I’ve also started looking for work other than teaching. It seems like there are plenty of jobs out there, and even a few that pay as well as teaching, so I’m pretty confident about that. Still, I feel a bit stupid for studying that whole year and getting really involved in it then quitting before we’ve even had our graduation ceremony. Maybe I’d have done better if I’d stuck around and tried for a better placement, or if I’d had the balls to square off with the really tough kids in Mandurah. Or maybe not.

Self-doubt. I has it.

I’ve also been tinkering with some poetry, trying to write something decent. Tom took me along to The Moon yesterday afternoon, where he was doing a spoken word performance, which was pretty interesting. There was open mic and some other feature performers. They didn’t have much to offer in the way of actually decent verse, and you get the feeling that the people at those things are just waiting for their own turn to speak, but the atmosphere was good and a couple of people read out some really neat material. Anyway, I’m sending a few things out for potential publication. Not really because I want people to read them, but because I want to see if they’re good enough to be accepted.

Wait. Are we back to self-doubt again?