Working with children

is so mentally and physically draining, there are times after work where I sit in the shower and can only cry about how the day has gone. But then there are days what are truly magical and everything falls into place perfectly, and on those days I am the tallest and happiest man in the world. They are more often than not, but sometimes it’s hard to see the glass as half full (something I have tried to do more). I wouldn’t change my career for the world, and I am so good at what I do that I would never have to thankfully (only if I got moved up the ranks).