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The Art of Embracing Imperfection

Well. It has certainly been a while. 

When I began to teach I let go of this daily practice. It has remained in the back of my mind.

I tend to be an all-or-nothing type of person. Yeah, yeah, if you know me well, you are howling with laughter right now.  Teaching well is a wicked amount of work. If you are not a classroom teacher, you might be doing a bit of eye rolling and pointing out that we get summers off. If you are a classroom teacher, you are probably howling hysterically with laughter, and maybe crying a little. 

If you also suffer from this paralyzing mindset, I recommend flying trapeze. In a hot minute you will find out that it is HARD. Seriously, wow. If you fall madly in love with it, you will soon find out just how important it is to go ahead and swim in the murky waters of imperfection. If you don't, you might find that you have to give up flying beacuse almost every time you jump from the board, you will think that some aspect of your flight is not perfect. In addition to that sweet nugget of reality, there is the fact that trapeze is not a solo activity even though you are (usually) alone on the bar. There are people all around you who are, in that moment, watching your progress and thinking of how to help you improve. Not to mention the people who are not there physically, but are nonetheless present in your mind. 

So. I think I will revive this practice. The challenge of creating something every day is humbling and incredibly rewarding. 

And a lesson in accepting imperfection. So here is a totally imperfect and incomplete restart:

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Kooleido using a stock image. The colors remind me of one of my mother's bathing suits circa 1969.

Welcome back

Well. That was quite a hiatus.  My first semester teaching

high school was a trifle more exhausting than I had anticipated.

I am back now.

Happy Summertime.

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