inward jots

45 and again uncertain but completely certain about work. My third position in a year. What do I want to do, obvious question.

TEACH.

I know, I say to myself ’cause I can already hear the objections in my head… it doesn’t pay, it’s not any more certainty and job security than sales or account management. What I’ve been doing and am doing….

Well, not true. And this voice is forgetting about something. SATISFACTION.

PASSION.

Enjoying what you’re doing and looking forward to it, EV-ER-Y-DAY.

So I begin the Road back to teaching, but I hear this voice. Which is my own, the nay-saying side.

Then the other, which I’m listening to — Forget about any practicality… focus on passion. Just do it, GO. Got to what calls you.

The ideas, the passion, the learning and teaching and learning more about teaching and education as a pillar and principle.

And as the Universe would have it… this process is the most loud and rich lesson for Mike Madigan.

I am going to do it, and not listen to any parts of this other voice. Not one syllable.

Keeping a separate journal, holding myself accountable. Leading myself back to the classroom. Last semester I taught was Fall ’21, and over Zoom because of covid.

Now, I am rewritten, convinced. We all need moments like this.

THIS IS NOT JUST FOR ME.

All of us that have something we’re obligated to job-wise compared to what calls our heart.

Go get it. Don’t stop. Don’t listen to anyone, even you if your voice is of the contaminate pessimist flip.

It’s too late, NEVER.