If you know anything about me at all, its that I love options. Give me a hundred choices spread out in front of me like a map of infinite possibilities and I'll never be happier. The rub is that I hate having to decide. Making a definitive choice has a way of setting us on a path, which is a good thing, unless you want to follow all paths at the same time, and I do. All the time.
Recently I've had to make some hard decisions. I used to think that life was tough when I had to choose between the lesser of two evils, finally settling on the one that I think I can bear. Not so. It is much harder to decide when all things are good- and for different reasons. There was a job in Minneapolis that was wonderful, competing against a job in Guatemala that was enticing as well. I agonized over my decision, not only because of my career, but because of the people I would let down in both scenarios. I've never cried before when turning down a position, but there's a first time for everything, I guess. Choosing is unfun, and painful, but necessary to move forward and grow and change.
I have signed another contract and will be staying in Guatemala for two years more. I am excited to invest more in this community and school and culture. I've made plans to research a topic for my dissertation that will aid the educational structure here as a whole. I'm conspiring with friends on creative projects that will bring life and make a difference. I'm planting my feet, and I am excited.