Two and a half peanut butter-cappuccino brownies later, I’ve figured it out: my blog has gotten boring because my life has gotten boring.
I’m gainfully employed and I don’t hate my job. This in and of itself is a major improvement upon last year (remember The Shop?), but more importantly, I love what I do. I love my students (even my sometimes-snarky teenagers), I love having my afternoons off to write and best of all, I actually look forward to going into work every day.
(And lest my excitement over today’s snow day suggest otherwise, I would like to point out that I was thinking only of you, my so-called public, and of my commitment to post something new every weekday morning.)
My dad always told my brother and me to figure out what it is that we love and then figure out how to make a living at it. Well, my friends, I’ve already done that part. After much trial and error (and gnashing of teeth at the hands of the screw-ups over at Temple University), I have managed to turn my passions into my career—and not just any career but one that actually utilizes my college degree, allows me to pay my bills on time and feels like I’m making a slight difference in the world, even if it’s only introducing a few dozen inner city kids to the music of Tchaikovsky whilst praying they don’t chop off their fingers with their new wooden nutcrackers.
Of course, I have bad days. Yesterday, for example, I had to send three kids to time out—or what would be called “time out” in a normal classroom. I call it the “take a break until you’re ready to start dancing again” corner but considering that I recently hung a rather large, rather colorful world map on this particular wall, being sent to the “take a break” corner is hardly a deterrent. I should probably re-think my classroom discipline procedures but until I develop the ability to start yelling at three year olds (which is something I hope I’ll never actually do), I’m going to just keep plowing along with my Sponge Bob stickers and keep my fingers crossed.
So where’s the problem? Well, I love my job(s) so much so that I don’t do anything else. I also spend a fair amount of time shuffling back and forth between the various schools and studios where I teach (and the coffee shops where I spend my afternoons) but really, this is just an excuse for that fact that my social life in Philadelphia is non-existent. In fact, aside from last weekend’s Young Friends retreat, I can’t remember the last time I did anything for myself.
But you date! You cry in protest.
But you write a blog!
But your life is like a movie!
(And no, that last one isn’t just me being egocentric… several of my friends have expressed that very sentiment, usually followed by something along the lines of “My life is soooo boring!”)
Well my dear readers, I’m going to let you in on a little secret. My life is not like a movie. At least not right now. It was different while I was living abroad, which is why I’m writing a book about my time in the UK (and still begin one out of every four sentences with, “When I was in London…”) but currently, I go to work, come home, write and go to bed. Occasionally, I schedule a date to break up my daily routine (fingers crossed for Thursday night!) but if my life seems in any way exciting, it’s only because I write it this way.
Of course, if you’ve made it this far, you already know this (whereas it took me two and a half peanut butter-cappucino brownies and a side helping of self-reflection to figure this out). And so it is that I find myself making my first public New Year’s Resolution: I need to cultivate some hobbies—some real hobbies (and no, blogging and dating do not count).
PS: Thank you to everyone who took the time to comment on yesterday’s post. And inbox full of comments always makes me smile 🙂