Identity Crisis

I felt like I left you hanging after my last post.

It’s a struggle to change vocations after 4 years of self- identification. I am sure that some of you would say, “Try changing after 15 or 20 years.”

I know that it is self-indulgent for me to write about what is going on in my life, but I need the processing. I need to write to understand as I asked my students to do so often.

I found this poem buried in the bibliography of one of the books I’m reading (yes I did insert this link by using html coding!). The lines “Now to stand still, to be here/Feel my own weight and destiny!” are particularly poignant for me right now.

First of all, I don’t stand still, sit still, sleep still or do anything still very well. And secondly, the weight of my destiny is a little heavy right now. I knew that I could teach. I have no doubt that teaching will always be a part of who I am, but my identity is changing from teacher to minister.

In other words, I am having an identity crisis.

Yes, feel like a middle school student again.

“Now I become myself.”