The class of 2013 at the school I teach at only has a couple of weeks left of schooling (our school year is different here) and considering my own last year of high school is now 10 years ago, it has got me thinking. Looking at them I think of the potential. They have their whole life ahead of them and they are yet to start making choices that restrict them. It’s all open.
I feel that 10 years on; I’m landlocked to some degree. I’ve made my choices and two degrees and two jobs later, I’m somewhat limited to where I go next. I’ve got a house and mortgage, which again limits me geographically (or at least for a while). Being limited has its benefits, of course.
If I could go back I think I’d do it differently. I would head to the big city instead of a small regional university and I’d study something differently and I’d take more risks.
I guess I’d do it all differently because I’m different. I’m not the fearful 18-year-old embarking on the safest and most secure route possible. I’m more confident and optimistic and forward looking. I wish I could have been that way then.
I’m willing to do something a little crazier now. If, for some reason, I don’t have a job at the end of next year, I think I’d like to go and teach English at some school overseas in the middle of nowhere. I’d really do it this time too.
Also my adult-man garden is looking good with the start of spring with the sweet peas flowering…