There's something about the number 4 in my life lately. I used to have four church callings simultaneously. Then I had four jobs simultaneously. I recently had my fourth kid. I'm not sure if this means anything. It's just interesting.
I've been relieved of most of the callings, and I've given up some of the jobs (about to be more, maybe), but this hasn't translated into productivity on some of my on-going long-term goals, because crap like this happens:
Our three oldest kids are going to play soccer this spring. I want to coach eventually, but I don't have time for it right now. I signed up to be an assistant coach, so I could learn how to do it for the future.
Articulate Joe's league didn't have enough head coaches, so the commissioner e-mailed the assistant coaches and asked if two of them would move up to head coach. I let it go for a few days to see if anyone else responded, but no one did. I e-mailed the commissioner to tell him why I had chosen to be an assistant coach this season.
And that's how I became a head coach.
I'm completely not looking forward to it. I don't want to deal with hyper-competitive parents, with bullying children, with kids who've learned the secret that they don't really have to listen to adults who aren't their parents, with scheduling conflicts (how best to tell my dissertation advisor that I am coaching 10-year-old soccer?), and with the responsibility of trying to teach soccer skills to kids. I like soccer, a lot, but I don't really know how to play it well, as attested by the fact that I was a crap player.
I'm trying to keep all this secret, though, because I don't want Articulate Joe to think I'm dreading working with him. I'm actually looking forward to that part of it. It's all the rest that I'm going to hate. It might be really good material for my blog, but I've found that when things are going well for my blog, that means they're going really, really poorly for me.
Post title from "Arrested Development."