A different identify
When I had a dog, I loved being a dog-owner. Besides missing my hiking-traveling-frisbee-road-trip-backpacking companion, when I had to put my dog to sleep, it was strangest to get use to not being a ‘dog-owner’ any more. For so long, I had a been a ‘dog-owner’. That was who I was. I was the person who went home to walk my dog. I was the person who took their dog hiking. I was a person with a dog. And then… suddenly, I wasn’t. I was a bit lost those first couple of weeks. Who was I? What was my new identity?
Right now, I kind of feel that way. The school year is over. No more teaching, no more grading, no more planning and rushing to the copier first thing in the morning to prep for class. No more 5:15 runs going over the lesson plans in my head. That has been my identity for the past 5 years. Teacher. Renaissance. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am quite alright to not have any more grading. But, now the question is – what is my new identity?
traveler? explorer? itinerant? vagabond? wanderer?
Two months until departure. Just sayin’…..
