Artist or Career?

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Artist or Career?

So my childhood dream is to become a famous writer. My current dream is to be a know writer. At least known among a niche. And to teach writing as a professor.

I’ve done my part. Graduated with a 3.69 from the University Of Michigan with a degree in English and a teaching certificate. I’ve just applied to graduate schools’ creative writing programs and taken the GRE. I’ve also taken and passed the Texas teacher’s certification test.

The plan was, if I got into college, I’d drop everything and live the college life. Focusing on my art as a writer and living on ramen noodles and cereal without milk.

If I didn’t get into college, I’d teach another year and spend it focusing on my writing and applying to grad schools again. Living a much more comfortable lifestyle since my paycheck would be salaried (and not bad at all- teachers make a pretty decent income here- at least for a couple with no kids or pets).

A wrench was thrown into my plans yesterday. I was asked by a teaching coach (every school has one in the district) if I was interested in becoming a teaching coach myself. She said there was a position open and after observing my classes she feels I’d be a great fit.

When I originally gave up my dream of writing, I turned to Plan B- becoming a high school teacher. I thought it would be a most rewarding career where I’d be surrounded by teachers,administrators and students who loved and revered knowledge.

But after three years I’m left burnt out, overwhelmed and feeling like I’m the only one in the whole school who loves the idea of being a teacher. The practical and tedious process of being a teacher is only a small percent actual teaching, but a much larger percent being a mediator, sitting in meetings and trainings, teaching to a test, testing, being a counselor, being a caretaker, being a comforter, and slaving over tons of data that does nothing to help my students actually succeed.

Being a coach sounds like a great change of pace. One that not only allows me to help teachers and stay in the education world, but one where I won’t feels so helpless and exhausted.

What about my refueled dream of getting a masters degree in writing? The idea of living the broke college life again is so scary I just want to hide under my covers. I don’t like ramen noodles and I don’t even remember the last time I ate cereal. But I want to write so bad and I want to eventually get my PhD.

So many options and so many paths. I don’t know what to do. For now I’ll just try to get as many fingers into as many pies as possible and see which one pans out.

(Photo credit to Steve Rossman- steverossman.com)

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