Clean sheet of paper
The semester is upon us. Having a career in education means that, even as I approach 40, the rhythms of the school year set the seasons for me. It has been blazing hot here in Kansas, but the university calendar says that Fall is here and I comply.
I love the start of school, always have. When I was a young person, I perused catalogs and looked at cute outfits I would never wear or couldn’t afford, or both. I looked forward to scheduling my classes, having something productive to do with my day, seeing friends. I adored buying school supplies. All those clean notebooks, folders, fresh pens–they were just full of possibility and promise. I was going to be BRILLIANT this semester, this year.
So it remains. Whereas others set forth their resolutions on January 1 of each year, late August is the season for me to decide where my priorities lay, what I want to show for my work in December, and how I am going to schedule that all in.
This semester I am going to:
- write the introduction to my book
- train for a second marathon
- work on advanced yoga with my teacher
- enjoy having all four members of our family together again
My folders are set up, my syllabi on-line, my training plan dialed in. Wish me luck.