I really, really have this strong feeling that this vacation break is the last for a really long time. So I have to savor every moment of my idle time, right? But no, I’m so excited for the coming year that I find myself preparing documents and researching for the exams I would be taking in 2019. But more than the exams, I’m scared to go back to teaching. I realized, however, that it is easier to take that first step when there’s a bigger goal than just the compensation, when you’re looking far ahead years from now. That is the kind of perspective that I didn’t have in my twenties.
I have always dreamed of a job that will allow me to use my cognitive abilities, give me enough space and freedom to create my own conclusions, one that gives me variety, and allow me to devour thousands of pages all at the same time, to write, to speak. More than titles and compensation, I have grown wise enough to consider the daily activities and routine that I will have, because after all, that is what our life is made of — the minute minutes that we spend.
The spirits in me rejoice at this decision. I feel elated, alive. May this fire continue to burn at least for the next six years, but hopefully, beyond.
Without stumbling on the rocks in front of me, I still believe in a strict daily discipline. May the powers that be guide me in this journey.
Namaste.
The Chronicles of Era Blues 