Do you ever feel like you are heading off in too many directions? October feels that way to me.
And, yet, for some reason, it also feels right.
I will be leading two digital writing workshops for the Virginia Association of Independent Schools this month, one for teachers of younger students and the other for those who teach middle and upper school. Collegiate School in Richmond, Virginia has asked me to work with faculty interested in project-based learning. And I continue to develop programs for my writing studio, including a new Tuesday night workshop starting next week.
Oh, yeah. There’s also edcampisva, a professional learning opportunity I’m helping organize.
I’ve just returned home from a week in Rhode Island with my mom, who had knee replacement surgery. The quiet time left me feeling inspired to write. And sign up for a class, which starts Monday.
And, somehow, my husband and I managed to commit to activities each weekend this month.
Have I mentioned a six-week boot camp at our gym? It’s a killer.
All this actually feels good, and I’m not complaining. But I know myself. I need to stay organized and focused, allowing time for my introverted self to breathe and be alone, too. A frenetic pace doesn’t work for me, so I’ll put time in each day for journaling, listening to music, and taking walks.
And art. I’ve started playing around with acrylics and color.
Fall has always meant a new beginning for this teacher. Even though I’m not in the classroom anymore, it sure feels like fall to me.