Dance?

I woke up this morning and my first thought was “I am not a servant”. I will not deny that I do not like to work in the kitchen. It is not odious, but I think I do not like that I have to go to work. That is why I am not a servant: I am not yet able to bypass my own discomfort and work. I am not even a servant to myself.

But about these jobs. I have been teaching English, and it is getting much better, by the way. However, I do not love to teach the subject. While I love the theory of how to teach English is just a means to engage in some type of teaching. I think some people love to teach the subject English.

What is the significance of that? Not much, except that I sat next to an old professor here who had taught drama. It made me think about the arts again. Dance in particular. To teach dance.

Recently I have come to the conclusion that I could do anything anywhere. One can not make a value judgment as a Christian of where a better place to live would be or what a better job to do is. I think that is perhaps why we need God’s will.

Here is my little creeping thought. While English is a lovely thing to teach, and perhaps it will help me make a salary, I might consider teaching something that is a gift and that I am passionate about and probably will be all my life.




Many practical things follow. But for now, before asking those questions, I should consider just the ideological possibility.