I’m looking forward to going home, yearning to go home. I’m also looking forward to not teaching English. Seventeen years I’ve spent doing it, and for most of those seventeen years I’ve loved it, thrown myself into it with joy and raging enthusiasm.
Well, I’m hanging up the grammar and logic books, the chalk and duster, and saying farewell. Now it’s time to turn to something that engages both mind and body—weaving.
I’m not wealthy—you don’t get that way with the attitude to money I have—and I’ve given away my fair share of my last $20 with a faith-based assurance that somebody needs it more than I do and God will provide. It is with that same reliance on divine promise that I’m about to walk away from a sure fire paycheck and step into the unknown.
The Professional Crafts Fiber program will provide the knowledge and skills needed to open and run a weaving studio—I’ll call it The Weaving Shed, so delightfully original. It will be up to me to provide the guts and the elbow grease to turn new knowledge into a viable business.
There is a tide in the affairs of men.
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures. (Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 3)
This is why I am making this big change now. The current is running for me, and if I wait until next year, as some have asked me to, the tide will have gone and I will be left stranded on the shore, empty and disappointed.