Starting My Own Business: Life after teaching

Oh, where to begin? Life has been a whirlwind, and I’m here, sitting at my laptop, thinking about how I got to this point. Becoming self-employed and starting my own business has been equal parts terrifying, exhausting, and exhilarating. Let me take you on this journey - well a little of it.

Letting Go of Teaching

I loved teaching. I really did. I poured my heart and soul into it. There was nothing quite like the magic of seeing a child finally understand something—when it clicked for them. That moment, their eyes lighting up, made all the hard work feel worth it. When I started teaching over 13 years ago, it was different. It was more creative, more fun, and less restrictive. Nowadays, there’s less and less room for creativity, which is such a shame.

But let’s be real: teaching takes over your life. It’s not just a job; it’s a vocation, and it’s relentless. The moment those 30 bright-eyed kids walk through the door, you’re on. From answering 30 different questions simultaneously to navigating behavior challenges, it’s an endless cycle of planning, teaching, adapting, and surviving. Add in all the admin, late evenings, parent calls and meetings, marking, meetings. And that’s before you add any personal challenges into the mix. Being in front of a whole class, chatting, teaching new concepts, answering their questions, or challenging them with your own, and developing those relationships was amazing. But even with all that joy, it was exhausting. 

When Archie was born, everything changed. I couldn’t give my life to teaching anymore. My energy had to go to him and, quite honestly, to myself. Teaching is demanding enough when you’re in perfect health with no responsibilities at home. But with family and health issues piling up, it became impossible. I had to make a choice, and that choice was to step away—even though it broke my heart.

The Money Fear

Let’s talk about money (and no, we’re not diving into the pay vs. holidays debate!). Teaching didn’t pay nearly enough for the hours and emotional labor involved, but it provided a steady paycheck. That paycheck covered Archie’s nursery fees for three days a week and contributed to the bills. It wasn’t luxurious, but it was reliable. And let me just say, I think nursery is incredible for Archie’s development. Seeing how much he’s grown socially and how his communication has blossomed has been amazing. It’s so important for him to go. Now? I have nothing. Nada.

Let me tell you, the fear is real. What if this business doesn’t work? What if nobody comes to my classes? How will we afford to live? These thoughts keep me up at night. But I’ve realized that fear can’t be the driver. I’ve taken the leap, and now it’s time to see where I land. Only time will tell if this gamble pays off.

Making the Jump

I knew it was time to leave teaching. I just couldn’t do it anymore. The demands were too much. Imagine sitting at your desk, and 30 children are vying for your attention all at once, all day long. The energy it takes to navigate that—every single day—is immense. And don’t get me started on the behaviour challenges.

Planning lessons in the evenings, marking, tweaking resources—I just couldn’t anymore. My health, my family, and my sanity were all screaming at me to stop. So, I did. No more dilly-dallying. I took the plunge, and though it’s scary, it also feels right.

Finding Excitement in the Unknown

Here’s the good part: I’m excited. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I have control over my work and my future. I get to create whatever I want. I get to work when I want (within reason). This business is mine. And after feeling like I had no control since Archie was born, this is huge.

The best part? Archie is my assistant. He’s right there with me, helping test activities, deciding what works, and vetoing what doesn’t. I’m not waiting until he goes to bed to plan; we’re doing it together. He’s my sounding board and my biggest fan (well, apart from Jay and my parents, of course!).

I’ve also rediscovered my creative side. I’m no artist, but I love trying new things, crafting sensory activities, and planning themes for the classes. It’s calming and fulfilling in a way I didn’t expect. This venture feels like a way to pour my energy into something meaningful—something that benefits both Archie and me.

A Little Help, Please?

So, here I am. If you’re in the area, I’d love for you to join one of my sessions. Bring your little ones, and let’s create some magic together. And if it’s a flop? Well, at least we’ll have a laugh! Seriously, though, every bit of support means the world to me. I’m probably driving my family (and everyone who follows me on social media) crazy with all my posts, but I’m just so passionate about this.

Finally, a massive thank you to everyone who’s supported me so far, especially Jay and my wonderful parents. You’ve kept me going, and I’m endlessly grateful. Here’s to new beginnings and chasing dreams. x