I’ve been a bit worried, lately, that resolved anxiety has led to mild amounts of complacency and boredom. The issue is not that I am under any kind of delusion that I have no more growing to do as a teacher. (Please.) It’s that – absent the novice teacher’s quest for a comfortable teaching identity, the sizable (but satisfying) task of prepping a new class, or the “don’t-want-to-do-that-again-any-time-soon-thanks” crisis of navigating a new school – I have yet to adequately define the challenge I am supposed to be directing my energy and attention towards.
What are the conditions under which I produce my best work? How can I more clearly define my goals for this next phase of my career?
Is it selfish to do the exact amount of work required to make each day a reasonable “success”? Is it selfish to expect to be getting something different out of this job?