I've been teaching piano lessons for 3 years. I love it. A lot. I love my students. I love sharing my love of music with them. I love watching them grow and develop into great little musicians. I love looking back at when they started and where they are now. I love it.
So, like all good things, it had to come to an end. I don't feel that I was really given a choice in the matter. I love my job, don't get me wrong. But, I was told that I simply need to be at work more and not take extra time off to teach. Which is fine. But I really hate trading one good thing for another good thing. It's like trading a half eaten peanut buster parfait from Dairy Queen for a fro-yo from Orange Leaf. It's not fair. I'm afraid that I'm going to regret it. I'm afraid that I traded the wrong thing. I was given the option to just make lessons on different days or different times, but no one's schedule would have worked with mine.
So, needless to say, I'm sad. So very sad. It took everything I had not to cry. All day.
So, dearest piano kids, I love you. I always will. I'm sorry I let you down. Please. Go on. Be musical. Make me proud.