One of the writing professors at my university wants to take the second summer session off and asked if I would teach from July 6 through August 13. It’s a compressed semester, which means teaching two nights a week from 6pm to 10:15pm.

This was her second go at me. I didn’t want to accept before, in case we bought a house last week. But since we didn’t, and she’s asked again, I looked over at FLH and said: “I’d like to do it.”

He said, “You should.”

So, I said yes. Yay! I”m teaching again!

And then FLH upped the ante.

“Your eyes totally light up when you talk about teaching, Carol. I think it’s what you should be doing. So why don’t you reconsider the business and just teach? It’s not like you have to make money.”

This is huge. Really huge.

First, this man is a wonder. He only wants what makes me happy and he notices the things that do. And boy, does he love to surprise me!

Second, not having to make money is a concept I need some time to wrap my head around. It’s not like that’s ever been an option before.

But now, thanks to FLH, it is.

Thinking.