Decisions. Decisions. 

So, over the past few months, I’ve had a lot of decisions to make. I’ve had to decide everything from whether or not to resign (and continue in this process), to what type of luggage to purchase, to how my husband and I will make things work, to what was best for my mom (since she lives with us), and the list goes on and on. The most recent decision I have had to make was between truly doing what I’ve always wanted to do career wise (be a college professor), or embark on this amazing journey to the UAE. Since my offer was rescinded last year, I wanted to make sure that I had a backup plan/Plan B if things were to change. So, I continued to apply for jobs. Never in a million years did I think that I would be offered the job of my dreams.

I’ve been applying for full time professor positions for several years, all pretty much to no avail. I’ve been able to land adjunct positions, but nothing full time. On May 12th of this year, I applied for one. That following Monday, I had an interview scheduled. The week after that, I had an amazing interview, and had a hunch that I would be offered the job. Fast forward several weeks down the line. The job was offered to me, and I was then placed in the decision-making chair. What to do, what to do? 

A few days ago, the official offer came to me with the salary attached. It was nearly $20K less that I was currently making as a high school teacher! I couldn’t believe it. What was I to do? I could accept the professor position with a lower salary, great benefits, and seemingly “arrive” at my career. Or, I could take the once in a lifetime opportunity to Abu Dhabi. I prayed, prayed some more, inquired from those who I trusted (spiritually), but still felt torn. 

As the days progressed, the more I felt a pull towards Abu Dhabi. Besides, had I worked my way up the professional ladder, acquired additional degrees and training, etc only to go back financially and back down the totem pole? That didn’t seem wise to me.  Nevertheless, I still couldn’t bring myself to a firm resolve in either direction. That was until I talked it over with my husband again. 

He sometimes says the simplest things, but they have the most profound meaning. We strategized and decided that he would stay behind until December, at which time I would come home for Christmas break, and we would go back together. But, towards the end of the conversation, he said something that stuck with me: “Do what makes you happy.” 

The more I thought about it, the more that I realized that much of my life, if not my entire life, I have done what others wanted me to do, or what would make others happy. I can probably count on one hand (with several fingers remaining) the number of things I have done in my life truly for me. Things that truly made me happy. But, I’m adding moving to Abu Dhabi to this list. I will be able to travel, pay off debt, get away from much of the craziness that currently exists in my life, and finally do something that makes NiaShanta happy. This is a scary, crazy feeling, but, I’m up for it. 

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