Some time ago, in the midst of one of my many (many) existential crises, I happened upon a series of books called The School of Life. The premise of all these books is that sometimes the things we aren’t overtly taught via the many institutions to which we belong by choice, default or force, could really use some basic instruction. Some titles include How To Connect with Nature, and How To Be Alone, as well as News: A User’s Manual. One of the books proffered is How To Find Fulfilling Work, and whilst I have been engaged throughout much of my adult life in fulfilling work, at the time I found that book, I very much was not fulfillingly employed.
This, unfortunately, remains the case.
You see, whilst I do love language, and I do love teaching, I do not so much love teaching language. I never envisaged teaching English; teaching English was something I never foresaw falling back on, and that happened to save my arse when I did indeed fall.