It’s been awhile since I’ve written a rambling blog post here. You know, the ones that go on and on about something fairly irrelevant to anything important? I know you’ve missed those posts. Admit it. You’ve missed them. Alright then, here you go.
I got nearly 10 inches cut off my hair the other day. And then I colored it a color I haven’t worn since the 90s. After that? Well, after that I painted my nails electric blue and bought a new shade of lipstick: red.
Yeah. Something’s up.
And I think I know just exactly what it is. For the first time in more than a decade, I don’t give a good #@$%! what people think about my appearance. I don’t have students or colleagues or a department chair to be seen by every day. I don’t have to look respectable and responsible. If I want to have a bright blue streak down the middle of my head, I can (I don’t, mind you. But the point is: I could). I’ve been taking steps in this direction since I left teaching full-time. Last September I got my nose pierced. Last week I gave all my “work” clothes to Goodwill and I’ve started caring more about my writing than the online classes I’m teaching.
Yes, I know I’m turning 40 this year and not acting my age (whatever that means) and many people will chalk this up to a mid-life crisis. And many others will say I’m being irresponsible or that I’m a bad teacher because I’m, quite frankly, neglecting my students. That’s the other great thing about where I am. I don’t give a (insert expletive here). I’m doing my job. My job is to write. To write frequently and to write well. To write words that will have an impact on my readers. And, truth be told, I think that’s the best lesson I could ever give my students. Sure, I could devote all my time to teaching them the difference between your and you’re – but let’s face it: what’s more important? That they learn the difference or that they learn to follow their passion? This could be complete malarkey – and I’m willing to consider that position. But tonight – right now – I don’t care if they learn the difference. If they never learn the difference and become amazing writers – well, then they’ll have amazing editors who will correct their mistakes. If they go on to become amazing accountants or engineers or musicians, who really cares if they know the difference? As long as they’re amazing. That’s what’s important.
And yes, I know that even I, as I write this, don’t fully believe what I’m saying. And students: don’t listen! It IS important to know the difference between your and you’re. I’m just trying to make a point here. Give me a break.
What’s the point? The point is – be who you want to be. Be that person now. Be that person always. Don’t give in to what’s expected of you. Don’t ever, not frakking ever, make a choice because you think it’s what you “should” do. Life’s short. Make the most of it.
And that, dear readers, is my two cents.