I’m sitting on a
plane this morning on my way to Aspen, CO. The fellow next to me starts a conversation. He’s
a life coach, probably ten years my senior, and somehow the fact that I’m
turning 62 in a month comes up.
“And what will you
do now that you’re grown up,” my neighbor asks.
“Well, I’m a
rabbi, a college teacher, and a writer. I guess I’ll continue to do that.”
“Nope, you have to
pick one. That’s what it means to grow up. Pick one.”
“Is this part of
your coaching practice?” I ask.
He ignores my
attempt to dodge the challenge. “Pick one. Here, I’ll help you. Could you live
even one week without being a rabbi?”
“Sure,” I said, “I
haven’t functioned as a congregational rabbi for over a decade.”
“What about
college professor? If you couldn’t teach anymore, would you fall into the pits
of despair?”
“No. Fact is, my
tenure at the university has ended and they aren’t bringing me back. I’ll miss
teaching, but I won’t get depressed over it.”
“What about
writing? Can you go a week without writing?”
“A week? I can’t
go even one day!”
“Well….”
“Well what?”
“Well, you used to
be a rabbi and you used to be a college teacher, and those things are over. Now
you’re just a writer.”
“But I write about
Judaism and still study Hebrew texts.”
“I’m not talking
about what you write, only that when push comes to shove you can give up being
a rabbi and a teacher but not give up being a writer. Can you even imagine
retiring from writing?”
“No. Writing is
how I work through life and find meaning in living. Writing is my spiritual
practice.”
“So now you know
what to do with your adult life: write.”
“But I do that
already.”
“Write more. Write
better. Write because you’re a writer and not a rabbi or college professor.
Write not to make a living but to maintain your life.”
“But…”
“Sorry,” he said,
raising a hand to say Stop. “Anything
more will cost you. Consider this the free advice of a stranger on a plane.
Take it or leave it, though I doubt you can leave it.”
Then he turned to
face the window, cupped a pair Bose headphones over his ears, and no longer
knew or cared that I was there. I hate flying, but every once in a while it
proves interesting.
1 comment:
What a wonderful experience! I'm going on 71 in a few weeks, and I still teach because I can't imagine going without the contacts and conversations that come with it.
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