The time has finally come. I have seven days to decide whether or not I’m going to do an eight-month teach abroad program in Spain. Seven days. Seven days. Why does that seem so daunting?
Nearly everybody that I have told has said, “What is there to think about? Go!” My family, on the other hand, doesn’t want me to go because they’re concerned about what this will mean for my job search when I get back and they will miss me. My grandfather has actually been sending me newspaper clippings of job openings so that I will find full-time employment and stay home.
No matter what the voices of my friends and family tell me, I have found myself resisting both pieces of advice. When someone tells me to go, I list all of my doubts and describe the gut feeling I have telling me not to go. When my parents present rational opinions of why I shouldn’t go, I’ll argue with them and say that I want to improve my Spanish, travel, and keep my options open.
What’s with the constant devil’s advocate? Maybe my mom’s right, I should have considered being a lawyer. This is really strange though because I hate confrontation and I don’t like to argue.
I have tried to shut out all outside counsel about what I should do, and have realized that the problem is that I don’t know what I want. I can see the pros and cons to both (and yes, I did make a pros and cons list, but it came out about even). When it comes down to it, do you go with your head or your heart?
Back when I was choosing a college, I initially said, “I’m going to Colby.” I loved the school (and the food), and a professor there had told me that they had a stronger creative writing program than Bates (come to think of it, that was a bit biased). I still had a week until I had to make the final decision, and although I had chosen, I didn’t feel as excited as I should have been. In the end, I changed my mind and went to Bates because I had an indescribably positive gut feeling about it. I had a great time and I don’t regret the choice I made. That choice came from the heart.
Now, I have a gut feeling that is making me resist going back to Spain out of an unusually strong tie to home. This is ironic because I am growing restless to travel again and want to move out of Connecticut. The resistance comes mostly from uncertainty. What if a job pops up after I commit to Spain? Will I miss my friends and family too much? What if I don’t like teaching? All of my doubts are hypothetical, yet they seem to be weighing down my heart, even though I have been to Spain before and know I would have a wonderful time.
So, I have tried to ignore my heart and think this through. Like I said before, I have made a pros and cons list. I have thought about how I can attempt to line up a job for when I get back so that being out of the country for a year won’t hinder my job search. I have talked it over with my parents and friends and voiced my concerns. Unfortunately, thinking has confused me even more. Every day I flip-flop back and forth between whether I want to go or not. How do you think something through clearly when you don’t really know what you want?
People always say to follow your heart, but when you don’t know what you want you naturally turn to your brain for advice. The two won’t always want the same thing and may commence an aggressive tug-of-war match that leaves you stretched thin in the middle. When a rope is pulled too hard from either direction it will snap.
So, you somehow need to find a balance between your heart and your brain. You can’t follow your heart all of the time without thinking because that can get you into trouble. Thinking gives your heart the guidance and rationality it needs. However, thinking too much can make you neurotic and burn out your heart. Most importantly, listen to advice your friends and family might have for you, but in the end, you need to make the decision for yourself.
I still haven’t made a decision, but after a lot of meditating this week, I hope to choose the right path to keep both my heart and my brain happy.