So I had a HUGE interview at a HUGE university (go Bears!) for a faculty position yesterday. It was major. The interview began at 8:30 am and it ended at 5:00 pm. I met the Dean and the search committee and the students and other faculty and I had to end it by teaching a class to students and faculty.
I took my meds -- $75 at Cody’s Books and the world’s biggest BLT at Intermezzo – and came home and went right to bed without taking off the three pounds of makeup I put on for the interview. It was 7:15
New job = new life. I am not sure I want to change my life. I am 50. I love the idea of being in the rarified world of academia with all of its pitfalls and glory. But do I love the idea of leaving what I am doing…changing my career path…starting my retirement all over again? When did I get so practical? Sheessh.
Then there is the three months off in the summer.
I woke up at 4:00 am since I HAD my eight hours sleep and did some meditative knitting. Thank god for this method-acting of prayer/mediation.
It was good. It is all good. I think.