Monday, March 17, 2014

An Ugly Mind



            The school was like a dream.  Spread out over multiple buildings of local bluestone, this private school campus fit thousands of the city’s most ambitious students.  It was spacious and bright and the halls were covered with various cultural relics, apparently for some ongoing school exhibition.  The diverse crowd of students spotted the hallways, laughing and moving quickly, as if returning to a much-anticipated discussion.  They seemed genuinely happy to be in school.  Students seemed to be working together, rather than cutting each other down in the usual teenage fashion.  This place seemed like the ideal workplace for any teacher, regardless of age or teaching philosophy.  It had eager learners, big windows, many extra-curriculars, a snazzy website, a NEW LIBRARY.  Unfortunately, the only thing I could think of when I was dropping off my resume was, “Enjoy the view.  This is the last time you’ll see this place.”  As I found the upper school office and handed the envelope to the smartly dressed secretary, the words seemed almost audible—“You’ll never work at a school like this.  Who are you kidding?”  It didn’t even occur to me that these thoughts were so debasing, so often have I heard them spoken to myself.  I drove away from the Abington school feeling completely defeated—actually knowing that I was defeated.  It was true that I was never going to get that job, but only because I really believed I could not do it.   
            I have had a terribly self-defeating mind for as long as I can remember, but it has only really proven consequential in the past several years since college.  When it comes to anything job related, I seem to buckle and shrink in fear.  So often have I let my mind bully myself into submission, into resignation, fearing to go out and do the things that a “normal” adult seems to accomplish with ease.  I tell myself that any effort I make will end up in failure, so I need to save myself the embarrassment and just not try.  It is a psychological position that I seem to be trapped in—even when I try to muster up any sort of confidence, I know it in my heart to be a façade that will be quickly revealed. 
            So where do I go from here?  Settle for mediocrity and a life of safety?  That makes me feel even worse about myself.  Push for the things seemingly greater than myself and live in constant fear of failure?  That only leads to exhaustion and isolation, which is also unhealthy.  These are the desperate times that I hate and appreciate so much—the paradox of living with an all-sufficient God.         

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