As many of you may know (at least if you’re connected to me on Twitter or Facebook), I recently resigned from my job as a high school English teacher. I can’t get into the details, but this has left me, for really the first time in my adult life, open to pursue anything I want. Sure, I have two degrees in education, but I also have a wide range of abilities and skills. I have over 6 years of experience in retail. I have a passion for Catholicism and the truths it contains. I have an ability to play drums pretty well. I have a love of books and growing connections in the publishing and bookselling worlds. I have a desire to analyze the world through a mathematical lens.
But ultimately, all of these fall short. These are things I have. These are things I can do. They’re not who I am.
Then, the other night, I had a dream. I barely remember it. But what I do remember is I was in front of a group of students. I was explaining the activity we were about to do. I corrected myself from saying “was” to “were” in a very intentional way. I was walking amongst them, making sure they all heard the instructions and weren’t just passing notes and then have to ask me questions later.
I was teaching.
And I woke up incredibly happy.
That’s when I realized: yes, it would be a lot of fun to work in the publishing industry. Yes, I enjoyed working retail and might be able to work my way up to a managerial position. Yes, I love Catholicism and could find a job somewhere in the Church. But these things are not who I am.
I am a teacher.
And I can’t wait to continue being who I am.