I have been thinking a lot about what I want to do in the future. As things stand, I still love my job, but there are too many of the non-teaching aspects that drive me up the wall. Many will say that it’s part and parcel of the job. I won’t disagree with them, but is it worth dedicating the best years of my life too? The answer is not as straightforward as it may seem.
My heart tells me that I should begin planning about what I should be doing if I resign in a year’s time. However, my head tells me that I should tough it out. The economy is not doing too well and I do have responsibilities. Sure, I don’t have a wife or a child (although who knows how long that would be the case) but resposibilities remain. Whatever choice I make, it has to be made wisely.
So what are the options available for me? Deep inside, I really want to make the masterplan that Jaz and I conceived in our teenage years. A training company that helps to enrich the lives of youths and adults alike. Educating people on soft skills that are essential in negotiating this life. I really believe that things would work out if we could put everything we have into it. Time is such a premium now. It absolutey KILLS me not being able to help out with the speaking programme that Jaz conducts at CHIJ. It’s like opportunity came knocking and I was locked in another room with the time-enabled electronic key!
Another idea I was toying with was to go into real estate. I just felt it’s good knowledge to have. I want to learn how to invest in real estate. Felt it would be very useful in the long run. Imagine, Jaz as a financial planner and myself as a real estate agent. Imagine the potential in the seminars that we could conduct. Hehe, might be getting ahead of myself there.
The one worry about quitting teaching is the worry that the money will no longer be there. However, I have learned that money is there to be made. There are risks to be taken but you don’t really get much in return without an element of risk. Planning, thinking and deciding will be made within a year and it would serve me well to be well-prepared for D-Day.
Oh yeah, I need to join a toastmaster’s club and start speaking again. I’m getting rusty!
