After my parents died, part of the reason I was so devastated was not just that I had lost my parents and my whole life was going to change, but that this meant I had to ask myself how I wanted my life to change, what I really wanted for my life, now that I could actually pursue something I wanted. I realized I didn't really know, but the more I have sat with that thought, the more I have realized that I want to write more and more, want to teach other things besides only composition, more workshops, literature. To do that I have to ask myself what I want to do. Do I look for part-time jobs elsewhere in addition to the one I have, such as teaching Humanities Core at the University, if that comes up (I loved that job, when I had it) or do I wait for my books to get published, which I hope will someday happen, and then hope some more that I receive enough notice to perhaps pick up MFA residency positions? How likely is that? Am I engaging in a total fantasy here?
And what does that mean about buying a house? Should I buy a house here, or simply move to a different apartment and wait to see how all this turns out? So many things to think about. So confusing.
5 comments:
Robbi,
I admire your strength. You not only just recently buried your parents but you also, became a Empty Nester. You have kept going, and stayed devoted to your students and job. Have you, realized this about your self??? I admire this, about you :)
Beth
Thanks Beth. Yes I know that. If I had not been strong, I would not have survived all that I have been through in my life.
I wouldn't presume to tell you how to go forward, but I certainly wish you all good fortune as you do.
Thank you Lou. I know no one can tell me but me.
Good luck with it all.
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