Take Me To Church
At the beginning of every year it is policy for the teachers at my school to set goals for themselves. And then at the end of year when it comes to our appraisal with our head we reflect on how we have faired over the year. This year I have set myself some goals which I hope are realistic but will also push me, but in the quiet recesses of my soul my real goal is a simple one, ‘Survive’. I have no doubt that there are countless people who, for their own particular reasons, have a goal similar to mine. Maybe it’s because, like me, you are a mother of small children with a very stimulating yet demanding career. And you just don’t know how you are going to function at a level that is a reflection of your capabilities while at the same time leaving you with enough reserves to be the mother you promised God you would be. Or you are staring down the barrel of illness - your own or that of a loved one. Or financial distress. Or marital trauma. It really could be...