Change is the only thing that never changes. Just when I think I’ve got my life all planned out, a new phase ready to go, everything changes. Everything I thought I had figured out gets tested, and some of my plans go comically awry.
Like my plan, after I wrote my book, to quit teaching college and start doing more public speaking, maybe teach in my community. Ha! Maybe you don’t know…my husband works for Chrysler. He works in a truck plant that is discontinuing one of its bread and butter lines. Well, honestly, the whole company may be discontinued at any moment.
All of this took us totally by surprise. We knew the auto industry was changing, but the crisis hit so fast it stole our breath. We figured we’d have three to five more years to get our retirement picture in order. Ha.
So, since my job is not in jeopardy, it suddenly seems wise to keep teaching at the college, to teach more instead of less, and to tuck my idea of public speaking and teaching in my community into a drawer. Because really I don’t want to do both. It would take too much time and energy away from my own writing.
Already set in motion–a commitment I need to honor before I can completely close the book on the public speaking idea. I hardly got this idea off the ground before everything changed. I am fine with the changes. Actually I’m more comfortable teaching at the college. I was going to try to stretch myself, try something new. Ha.
Now that I’m back in my safety zone, I can hardly remember WHY I wanted the change. Oh yeah, I wanted to use my book more, use my real life writing experience, talk to and work with people who were excited about writing. I wanted to be done with grading essays for bored kids forced to take my classes.
There’s always a trade-off. I’m not really the public speaker type. So really, I’m happy to retreat back into academia. Except I can’t quite yet.
This week (and next) I have to figure out what to say about writing to a community group. It’s not like a class or a workshop. They’re just coming to hear me talk about how to get started with writing. The talk is for 90 minutes. I’m not 90 minutes interesting. I’m 20 minutes max, so I have to work out how to get everyone writing. I have a few ideas.
Not that I want Chrsyler to go out of business or my husband to lose his job, but the introvert in me is really glad things changed so I don’t have to gear up for public appearances anymore. And that’s the thing I love about change. Even when it seems like it’s the worst thing that could happen, it usually turns out to be just fine.