I’m proud to announce I’m the wanderer in the family. Another title would be the family “gypsy.” This isn’t meant to be condescending or demeaning; far from that. I always do my best to trust my instincts and to have faith that I’m exactly where I need to be. Due to this, I have moved frequently over the years and even in my current location have one more year till a new posting.
In my poetic goodbye last weekend, a temporary one at that, I thought the wind was taking me one way towards my goal. In truth, I had another wake up call, a wink during a classroom lesson, to stay the previous course (more on that in a future blog).
From the time I graduated college, I felt a kinship to teaching. Granted, I spent a significant part of my college years working on screenplays and novels. When I wasn’t writing, I was working on my BA in History or partaking in a social life. Nevertheless, I recall watching Dead Poets Society and being enamored by that world.
I remember well the draw to that admirable a path, to educate young minds and on the same token get some well deserved cyclical vacations. I’m a creature of habit, so being in an education setting not only made sense but works. Furthermore, utilizing those vacations is not only necessary but food for my soul.
As much as I try to shift from this mindset, when summer approaches I turn into a kid at heart. I look forward to the warm summer days, the time on the lake, and the quietness that the countryside of Northern New England brings.
For years I have wanted summers free to focus on my writing. That was one of my plans. Since I entered the self publishing world (still trying to shift away from that one), only in July/August 2014 was I able to experience a summer of writing.
Now the light has turned on. The summer of 2017 is fast approaching and instead of
taking college courses or working, I will visit family and friends…and most important write. I don’t know what that means on the road ahead, but I’m living my dream and that is what’s important.