A Moment of Vocational Repentance
Mira calls us to dinner. I rise from the chaise, still wrestling with the enjoyment of a summer day—reading, writing, being with family—while acknowledging the coming of another September.
And the stressful year it will bring.
But as I recall the past harsh year, I face the hidden aversion that overshadows my career. I accept it. Rising from the heart of my intuition, like a whisper, is a single inspiration: Your students need your voice.
I believe, and sit down to dinner, the plaguing ambivalence resolved. For now.
A juicy first bite
of sautéed shrimp
Photo by Tim Wright