I’m anxious. I’m anxious about not knowing how to do what I am expected to do. I’m anxious about a situation from which I don’t know how to get out. Wrapped in chains, thrown overboard and expected to swim.
What’s my escape? Go do what I know? Go back to teaching? I know teaching. I’m comfortable with teaching. I don’t want to teach because teaching doesn’t challenge me anymore. It doesn’t make me feel anxious.
This feeling of anxiety is one way I know that I’m in the right place — doing the right thing. If this feeling subsides, I need to move on. I need to find a new challenge. Something that makes me anxious.