New Year...New Everything
Sitting in my daughter's room today at my old desk. Nice calm, quiet, peaceful day and Jess keeps her room very neat. Why did I ever get rid of this desk?
Today is kind is a beginning of a new life. I've taught very consistently two wonderful local institutions for years. This year, the High School didn't really need me, and the University doesn't need adjuncts this semester. Honestly, I'm aching over this. I love the High School and University students, and I just do not like not being directly involved in their lives. I have a huge desire to be involved in the process of education, but more than that, I just love interacting with the students at both institutions. I think that, even though you know students you teach attend other churches, you mentally adopt them into your own little mental youth group, and you feel somewhat accountable for their lives. I feel as though I am missing out on experiencing the lives of very good friends.
I also feel a little scared. I'm leading my family through a wonderful time of very little income, weathering comments from several people asking "Why I am not employed" (which I am...by my church, who has been very patient with me in my journey of being octo-vocational, and by a few wonderful publishing friends). It's difficult relating to people that writers write...at home, at stinky restaurants, in closets and in the bathroom. And we write on napkins, white boards, and on little scraps of paper, and then spend time typing those thoughts into horrible machines that too often transform our poetic napkin-sentences into painfully ordinary, highly editable paragraphs. Writing often looks like nothing is happening when really everything is happening, just not in a way that makes sense to anyone else but the writer.
Anyway, I've got a ton of stuff to keep me busy...A lot of writing and editing to do, and then there's that whole plan I had for taking over the planet. I think I'll start with my fridge...then work on the laundry room. Once I get those settled, I'll work on invading Switzerland.
Today is kind is a beginning of a new life. I've taught very consistently two wonderful local institutions for years. This year, the High School didn't really need me, and the University doesn't need adjuncts this semester. Honestly, I'm aching over this. I love the High School and University students, and I just do not like not being directly involved in their lives. I have a huge desire to be involved in the process of education, but more than that, I just love interacting with the students at both institutions. I think that, even though you know students you teach attend other churches, you mentally adopt them into your own little mental youth group, and you feel somewhat accountable for their lives. I feel as though I am missing out on experiencing the lives of very good friends.
I also feel a little scared. I'm leading my family through a wonderful time of very little income, weathering comments from several people asking "Why I am not employed" (which I am...by my church, who has been very patient with me in my journey of being octo-vocational, and by a few wonderful publishing friends). It's difficult relating to people that writers write...at home, at stinky restaurants, in closets and in the bathroom. And we write on napkins, white boards, and on little scraps of paper, and then spend time typing those thoughts into horrible machines that too often transform our poetic napkin-sentences into painfully ordinary, highly editable paragraphs. Writing often looks like nothing is happening when really everything is happening, just not in a way that makes sense to anyone else but the writer.
Anyway, I've got a ton of stuff to keep me busy...A lot of writing and editing to do, and then there's that whole plan I had for taking over the planet. I think I'll start with my fridge...then work on the laundry room. Once I get those settled, I'll work on invading Switzerland.
posted by Tim Baker at 1/07/2008 10:21:00 AM
1 Comments:
I just really wish my name were Tim Baker.
That is all.
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