I am already past the halfway-point of my TEFL course, and I can’t believe it.
Mostly because that means the time of decisions is feeling terribly close.
I was hashing it out with someone (my mother? myself? i can’t remember), and I realized that I don’t like this making of decisions. It’s not that I’m indecisive – that is far from any trait I possess – it’s that I hate the idea of being boxed in a year down the road by a choice I make now.
What if something better comes along?
Or if not better, at least different?
What if I choose something and its permanence becomes a chain on my ankle?
I read this article today on Image.org, and despite the differences in our circumstances, the woman sounds scarily like myself at times. She’s scared of making decisions, too, and actually has put off long-term decisions for 22 years.
It seems even people nearly twice my age have the same thoughts.