OK, yesterday was a shorter than normal lunch, so no time for blogging. My wife is going to be gone for a few weeks, so I’ll be on my own starting tomorrow. I’ve gotten used to being on my own, from most of my life being that way, but that doesn’t mean I enjoyed it. It’s definitely a lower quality of life. Or I should say, being together makes life better. I’ll survive though. Likely I won’t eat as well and I won’t have as much willpower or emotional comfort or support, or as much fun. But I’ll likely talk to her before bed, like I did in the past when I was away for a while. And my life with just generally be more full of work and less of play. That’s my prediction anyways.
Work continues to be good. Certainly more comfortable and encouraging than any previous teaching experience, since I’m working with a seasoned veteran with the same ideals as me.
I still haven’t gotten together a systematized learning plan to make the most of it, but I’m continuing to think and write little notes and goals and such, gathering info and brainstorming. And I frequently get tips and pointers from my mentor, so there continues to be forward momentum and progress.
I’m tired. I’m getting up around 5am, and even going to bed at 9:30 seems to late. I could probably happily go to sleep at 8:30 and not be getting to much rest. I’ve got a bit of wearable tech to measure my sleep quality, and I suspect my tendency to thrash a bit (which I’m guessing might be restless leg syndrome) means I’m usually not getting the best quality of sleep, so I need more of it. I’m trying to experiment a bit to find out ways to get better quality sleep.
I had the realization that part of what I’m learning, and have been for the past many years, is time management. The fact that I am so busy is really the only way to practice time management. I need to have an over-full schedule, so I can learn how to deal with ‘not having enough time.’
I’m also revisiting the idea that all of my life could be approached the way I approached improv dance. With that same openness to imperfection, ‘failure’, and playful sense of experimentation. That unattached but passionate way of acting that was so enjoyable and effective. I think I mentioned that last time as well. I can almost feel what it would be like. It seems nearby, within reach, with a bit of feeling around. That would be quite exciting indeed. With work certainly, but hopefully with life in general.
I also had a brainstorm that I wrote in my document devoted to plans for a teacher education program. At Antioch, there was an emphasis on ‘internships’ and ‘learning by doing.’ But I didn’t feel like my teaching internships prepared me well for teaching much better than the academic learning did. I think that’s because it’s what Anders Ericsson would call ‘naive practice’ as opposed to deliberate practice. Strumming your guitar every day for 20 minutes will NOT get you better at guitar. It takes a special type of practice for that time spent to be moving you forwards.
OK, time to go. Past time. Not title, I guess.
[Update: it’s the next day, I’ve got a moment, so I’ll give it a title]
See ya!
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