“Life is a journey, not a destination.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I’m thinking about going back to school. I learned a lot from the last go round. Hopefully wouldn’t make the same mistakes. An opportunity to stretch a different muscle perhaps.
As much as I think I’m great at teaching, I’m not sure I was meant to do this for the rest of my life.
Maybe I’m just fickle. I don’t know.
I would never walk away from a paying job in this recession. I’m just thinking about my options and my future. And of course, my overall happiness.
In my heart of hearts I know I sort of fell into teaching. It was something I seemed good at and it was a guaranteed job — the biggest draw to me at the time. I spent so much of my twenties not knowing where my next meal was going to come from. Having to worry about my lights getting shut off. Just knowing that I would definitely have a job when I was done was the biggest concern for me at the time.
In fact, most of my family and friends tried to talk me out of it — for multiple reasons. Sometimes I look back and I wish I had taken their advice. I’m not saying that I necessarily regret the choices I’ve made because I know I’ve done a lot of good and teaching has provided me with so many amazing opportunities.
But if I were to be 100% honest I couldn’t say that I got into teaching for the pure joy of teaching.
Does anyone really have the job of their dreams? Does anyone ever feel greater satisfaction than I currently feel? Am I being a selfish American? So many people never have the luxury of deciding their occupations in this world.
I have so much to be thankful for in this life. An amazing family, spouse, and friends. A job at all in this economy. But sometimes I can’t help wondering about what might be…
