Classes start tomorrow. I’m teaching and tutoring part-time in writing and reading. Turns out, teaching is a calling, and I miss it. Students get good-quality help with improving their skills, which translates into better success in other courses, career, and life. I get balance in life and bills paid… everybody wins!
But I’m also glad I took time off from teaching. It helped me establish a routine and rhythm as a writer. It’s built my confidence because it was long enough to hit a few snags, rough spots, and low points… but I made it through still writing. That’s the (mostly) full-time career, and that’s a calling, too. Now, I see myself as a writer who teaches and makes some art, too. And gardens and sings and a bunch of other things… Before, I was a teacher who writes a bit on the side. Either career is worthwhile and meaningful. Neither collects everything I am into one little description.
I begin to see why Robert Fulghum has handed out business cards with only the word “Fulghum” on them. We’re a lot more than just a job description, even a thorough one. And some, maybe even most, of our worthwhile activities aren’t how we get money. So don’t let any job descriptions limit who you are.