I rarely reach the point where I don’t know what to do
next. I always have a back up plan,
another way to go. I sometimes think I might
as well write ‘Plan maker’ on my CV. I
do it for a living, I plan things and when it all goes wrong – as it normally
does, I make other plans. I come up with
solutions.
Today, however, I don’t have a plan. I’m stuck between a rock and a very hard
uncomfortable place. I sit behind my
computer, put headphones on to try ward off any possible interaction.
I want to move on from my current place of employment, but I
cannot find anything else. Not that I’m
not trying… but that’s a whole other story.
I am a bit of an adventurer and found the idea of working in
another country incredibly appealing. New cities to discover, new people, beautiful
architecture… It can only be great.
The answer I get from everybody is to teach English somewhere. I looked it up, it’s possible to go pretty
much anywhere: Thailand , Japan , Korea ,
Philippines , Taiwan , Singapore ,
Malaysia , Costa Rica , Brazil ,
Turkey , Czech republic , Greece ,
Italy , France , Kenya … Take a map, close your eyes
and pinpoint.
The problem: I stutter.
Not much and it’s never kept from doing or trying anything new. Problem is now, I cannot teach if I stutter –
and I cannot not tell people. It’s dishonest. But how do I tell any recruiter that yes, I
think I’d be amazing, but I stutter where speaking is 80% of the job.
It’s never bothered me, it seemed at one point that it
bothered others more than it bothered me.
I’ve stuttered for as long as I can remember and I find ways to work
with it. Been to speech therapy and no,
it didn’t do much… Making peace with it - made a big difference. Its part of me, like my freckles, it’s
apparently here to stick around for some time so instead of getting an ulcer
worrying about it, I might as well make peace with it.
Why all of a sudden does my life depend on something I cannot
do? Nor not as well as others. Are all the things I can do not enough?
I’m human, nobody can do everything…
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