I am caught between being mentally ready to move on with the next part of my life and still having so much to finish before I can do so. Frankly, I am bored. I miss my writing classes. I am ready to teach. While I haven’t thought about it much since I’ve gone back to school, it is becoming clearer every day that I need to move on. It isn’t nearly as noticeable in my education classes, which are composed of a wide variety of people who are largely non-traditional students. In fact, if I would guess, I would say that most students in those classes are in their mid to late 20s. They are just mature enough to make things interesting. They at least have some life experience. There are some who are traditional students, but it is by no means the majority of students in my education classes.
My one and only Spanish class this semester is a different story all together. I am the old lady of the class. Last night, before class, I just sat back for a few minutes and listened to my classmates talk. I saw an earlier version of my self reflected in their mannerisms, their speech, and their topics of discussion. I couldn’t help but wonder what I was doing there among them, and yet, I also found myself grateful that I am no longer the naïve young college student who hasn’t experienced much of life.
Sadly, this year has not gotten off to a great start. My best intentions at the beginning of the year simply are not enough in the face of personal struggles. I struggle to get caught up with my course work, and while I am not truly behind, my heart is not fully in it. I would love for my heart to be in anything at the moment. That is the issue at the moment: I am well on my way to creating the life I want for myself, but I am not at the point where I can make the big changes yet. I just have to hang in there and finish what I’ve started before I can move on.
I play around with the idea of moving to a city, usually Austin, Texas, and starting over yet again. It is a fantasy, of course. I could not do that to my parents, my siblings, their families, or my grandmother. There is the business to think about, as well as finishing my education. At the same time, it would be much easier to actually have a social life. There just aren’t many single people my age without kids where I live now. How am I supposed to ever have a social life? I have friends. Mostly friends with families, including young children. It just makes it that much more difficult to actually do things together. I know how to meet people – IF there are people to meet. There is no set way to deal with my life the way it is now. There is no set script. I can’t point to one thing and say “Oh, OK. This is what I need to do.” I am not going anywhere, but I wonder if I’ll ever find someone to share my life with here.