A Steady Situation, Part 4
He thought about the offer. What would teaching be like? A whirl of dust sped in through the window, getting in his eyes slightly- something of a humorous situation if he’d had company. He’d always appreciated learning, but he didn’t know if his style of communication really suited the job. He reckoned a lot of the work would be showing other practical students the techniques, and just generally helping them in terms of their level of experience, but he still wasn’t sure.
Ouch. How many times was he going to misplace the needle in his hands? He stood up, and held the fabric in the light. It just didn’t look how he wanted it to, but his clients still seemed to like it. He gave it what he hoped was an objective look. Yes, the colour seemed to pop out, yes, the technique didn’t leave any awkward mistakes, but the design always looked too simple to him.
It would still, he thought, be nice to share his vocation with others, and watch them grow. Something to consider while he did something else. He closed the blinds to keep the room cool, and strode into the kitchen, leaving the door open. Lots of things caught his eye that needed doing, but, as always, there was too little time in the day. Pans clanging, his mind drifted towards how he tended to be around others.
He’d always been quiet and quite shy, but at the same time he tended to be happy and focused while he was doing something that provided back. He didn’t really know how he would fare criticising others about all the petty things they might not be doing quite so right.
If he was going to be a teacher of any variety, he wanted to be a positive influence.
Maybe it would be like rearranging sacks of spices, in that there would be some things his students would be good at, some not, and it would just take a bit of reorganising. He’d always had a soft spot for getting things put in just the perfect position to really get all of the substance out. He wasn’t sure about applying that to people, though.
For some reason, he was reminded of mushrooms, how he’d never grown them, and how he felt like he wanted to. She encouraged him to, but he knew it’d take some extra building and it wasn’t his house. Well, she said it was, and she meant it, but he still wasn’t comfortable with it.
It was a process with him to go through all of the doubts and worries about how to do things, and then suddenly realise how much he wanted to go through with the better course. He knew that, and took a deep sigh. She’d been sitting in the garden all morning, and he felt the intense desire to see how she was doing.
