Busy day, and I love it to its crucial and intricate bits. Ready for class, and leads meeting tomorrow morning. Run planned for tomorrow, early. Thinking another 10:30-er. Want between a 10k & 7. 8 if I’m feeling crazy.
Not much to write except for some new contract types I learned, visit to business along Bennett Valley Road, wanting to surprise Jackie at his school, say hi and give him a hug, but I had to get back here to desk and take care of what was needed.
Snacking on some cereal I had sequestered in drawer. Didn’t write out lecture for today, so just quickly jotted notes. Going to talk about book, writing… need to do something different. Think much the reason I’ve become disenchanted, or disengaged with teaching, or anything, is because of pattern. Pattern is poison. Do more than switch it up, as people say. And I hate when they say that.. when I, say that.
Talking… learning, about how THEY learn. What they want to learn.
All that’s left to do for me is EOD, and a couple other shifts and arrangements, re-arrangements. Teaching self again to write without thinking… freewriting, right? Supposed to be FREE, even of self. So… free self of self. What?