New Deal

Loyola took so long in funding Margaret’s position for this year that I had prepared myself for what seemed like their probable decision to cut her budget line (it’s a tough economy, they had to find savings somewhere, etc.). Since I wasn’t counting on Margaret having a job, I felt more weightily the necessity of finding a job for myself, lest we both be unemployed next year.
 
Now that she has a secure position for next year, I’m gradually releasing the intense urgency of finding my own job. I’m not obsessively checking the “positions open” pages of academic sites. I have a couple of applications still pending, but I’m not clutching at them with desperate fervor. I’m entertaining the possibility that even if one of them makes an offer, I might decline it if their offer doesn’t cohere with a manageable marital arrangement. I can probably pick up a course or two to adjunct-teach in Baltimore, and living with your spouse matters a great deal (especially since Margaret and I have spent most of the last five years living apart).
 
I haven’t attained perfect everyday serenity, but I’m unwinding slowly. I can look with more patience on the unfolding microdrama of my place in academy and church. This, it seems, is more nearly what “healthy” looks like.

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  1. Furthermore, I’ve got nothing but good things to say about the Episcopal bishops of Baltimore and their deployment office should that come into play (Cool fact: The canon for deployment does Syriac!).

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