Last night was the first class meeting of Educational Technology. The teacher is an energetic thirty-something young woman. Most of the twenty-five other students are half my age with more technological confidence than I could ever hope for. The teacher presents an overview of the course with words and activities I’ve never heard of.
Yikes! She’s just reading through the syllabus and I’m already scared.
Remember why you signed up for this class, Laura.
Then she mentions lesson plans and core curriculum standards and other education jargon. I smile.
See, sweetie, it’s already beginning to make more sense.
This morning the floor installers arrive early to pull up carpet and tacking strips, preparing the floor for laminate. I’m propped up on my bed keeping weight off the painful tendonitis in my foot. This is not such a bad deal. I have three library books, a journal and pens, a working computer and no where else to be.
I don’t need to be in charge of anything else. At this time.
I can just enjoy being here. Does this sound too “Pollyanna-ish?” I’m not always like this. Years of writing, slowing down, meditating, and paying attention have helped…and I believe will continue to.
|We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us. Joseph Campbell|