I was offered a job this weekend.
He was serious.
He told me how much it paid.
Suddenly, I was serious too.
“That’s a lot of money,” I said.
In the next 3.2 seconds of eternity, I had a chat with my subconscious:
That’s a lot of money.
Teaching is a calling, not a career. I don’t make teaching decisions based on financial reasons.
That’s still a lot of money.
It would mean moving. I don’t want to move. I’ve already put down roots where I am.
Are you sure you’re putting down roots…or are you just stagnating?
I like being home.
Home is where you make it. This is a good opportunity.
I have good opportunities where I am. I don’t want to start over.
Starting over can be good. New challenges. New faces.
New people. New problems. I’ve gotten used to the ones I have, thank you very much.
Besides, I’d have to move. I’d have to change my license and my voter registration. I wouldn’t know who to vote for. That’s a big deal.
That’s a big excuse.
I turned him down.
“Ask me again next year,” I said. “A lot can happen in a year.”
“But I need you now.”
“No, you need a teacher now. If I’m the one for the position, it will be ready when I’m ready. Right now, I’m not ready. Ask me in a year.”
If he was disappointed, he hid it well.
I may have missed out on a colossal disaster, or a golden opportunity. I don’t know. But for now, I will gather up graded tests, homework to return, reports to be re-written…and put the future on hold for one more year.