A Scary Proposition

I’m about to find myself in a new position. Next week, once Spring Break ends and I go back to school, I’ll probably be handed a contract that says some scary things, most notably: full-time teacher, campus minister, and head coach of the largest sports team in the school. Yikes. For the first time since I graduated from college, I’m about to end an academic year with concrete knowledge of where I’ll be 12 months later. And probably even beyond. No longer will there be a hint of possibility that I could be entering the Great Unknown, moving across the country or world to a city that right now I might not even know exists.

But I don’t want to give the impression that I think life will suddenly be predictable. It never is. I’ll just be encountering my surprises and new possibilities in relatively established parameters. You know how when you’re young, the world and your own place in it seems so limitless? Well, my own place is about to grow a little more defined. And though I feel great about the life I’ve found, part of me is scared about this movement.

Then again, I’m a guy. Struggling with commitment issues. Go figure.