Choices, Autumn 2013




I've given up my evening class. Probably for good.

It was what I wanted. It opens up space and time for new, equally important things. It was what I wanted, and I talked it over with some good friends.

The morning after our last class, I woke up with hives and a sore throat. The next night, the nightmares started.

It's foolishness, of course. Sheer egomania. My learners The learners will be fine with whoever takes over.

It was what I wanted.


1 comment:

Kate Nonesuch said...

Reminds me of retiring. I wish you the joy of your newly-free evenings.