One of the conceits of the movie Dodgeball was that it doesn’t take a genius to excel at the sport. Or does it? In 2020, a Tweet by sunflower begged to differ and racked up almost 1.2 million likes: “in high school our gym teacher asked us who we thought the smartest teacher in the school was. we guessed the AP chem teacher, the precalc teacher, the AP physics teacher, etc. he goes, nope, it’s me because I get paid the same as those guys and I play dodgeball all day.” I had to laugh. I am a gym teacher.
I’ve been in the PE game for over a decade now, and the truth is, I really enjoy it (pandemic turmoil and Zoom classes notwithstanding). I don’t play dodgeball all day, but the bulk of my work consists of being playful and active; teaching my students epic parkour skills; building meaningful relationships; and fostering a lifelong love of movement. I rarely have to take my work home with me. Oh, and I get summers off. Sure, there’s not a lot of money in this racket, but research has shown that above an income of $75,000, happiness tends to plateau anyway. Despite our societal commitment to the idea that more is better, it turns out having enough is—gasp!—actually enough.
My work is often dynamic, unpredictable, suffused with laughter, and instantly impactful. I’m sometimes rewarded with performance reviews that are enough to melt my gym teacher heart: “I didn’t like that class,” a first grader told me after a recent hike in the woods behind our school, “I loved it.” And my co-teacher even trained her classes to chant my name whenever they see me, so I can hardly cross the school playground without a chorus of students erupting in excitement and shouting, “Mr. Tzelnic!” That kind of positive affirmation is pretty unique to my line of work.
in high school our gym teacher asked us who we thought the smartest teacher in the school was. we guessed the AP chem teacher, the precalc teacher, the AP physics teacher, etc. he goes, nope, it’s me because I get paid the same as those guys and I play dodgeball all day.
— 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 (@spinubzilla) February 29, 2020This isn’t to say I haven’t strived for other things. I’ve harbored dreams of becoming a novelist, an entrepreneur, and, at 35, I’m still holding out hope that a local scout for the NBA might see me shooting threes in the park and bring me in for a tryout (the fact that I’m 5’9” does not factor into this particular dream). I probably wouldn’t be writing this essay if I didn’t want more from life than teaching PE. But I don’t see PE as my be-all and end-all. In my current framework, writing gets to be an enjoyable side hustle rather than a grind, and I do get paid to shoot hoops—granted my opponents are usually about 4’1”.
The fact of the matter is, doing less has allowed me to do more—like spend time with my daughter, read novels, and exercise—and is a large reason why I’m annoyingly happy much of the time. But just because I’m the smartest teacher at my school doesn’t mean you need to take my word for it. After years of contentment following this approach, I decided to check my assumptions and completed a master’s degree in mindfulness studies (i.e., the art of being annoyingly happy)—and the research I encountered only confirmed that doing less can be profoundly life-changing.
Here are three ways to embrace it: