I had breakfast with an old friend this morning. Ruth and I have known each other since 1991 when we entered a graduate program in education. After we graduated, I got a job at the school where she was already working, but she gave up teaching in public schools a short while later. Since then, she has done a lot of different things, all in education and theater, her first love.
These days, she and her family live just far away enough that we don't see each other as often as we'd like, so it's always great to have a chance to catch up.
"So what's the deal?" she asked me as we sipped our coffee. "Are you retiring or what?"
"It's so funny that you think I would know that with only four months left in the school year," I laughed, "believe it or not, I still haven't made up my mind."
"What's the holdup?" she said.
I shrugged. "If I had something I knew I wanted to do, I would definitely retire," I told her. "As it is, though, I only know what I'm dreading for next year: a new curriculum, going back earlier in August, all the hoops they make us jump through."
"There must be so many jobs you would be good at!" she replied.
"Maybe," I agreed. "I'm pretty good at job-doing, but I sure don't have the job-finding skillset. I have had the same job for more than 30 years!"
"I know," she nodded. "I helped you get it."
"See what I mean?" I sighed.
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