So-o-o much to learn. Such a variable curriculum, such a huge canon—love languages, personality styles, bathroom habits.
And I’ve never been more excited to study.
I couldn’t really prepare for it like I did in my student days, by plowing through the required reading list and over-achiever-ing by plotting out the syllabus on my calendar.
I couldn’t prepare for it like I did in my teacher days, by plotting units and setting assignments all the way till Christmas.
So even though preparation is my superpower, I find myself releasing the ways I thought I learned best.
And I am embracing every unplanned moment that arises. This photo is from last Sunday, when I looked up to see my husband smiling as he loaded the car after an afternoon on the lake. We had made a detour there after an active camping weekend near the Deschutes River. The river was splendid, but he knows I love lakes, so he suggested we find one.
On the obsidian-rich shore, we read aloud, napped, and played on the stand-up paddleboard. (My play looks more like a wobbly attempt to not to fall off. He can do a handstand on the thing...on a moving river).
He is learning to enjoy the stillness I love, and I am learning to enjoy the motion he loves.
It’s actually because of—not in spite of—our differences that we are on the trajectory for a master’s degree in communication someday.
At this moment in our culture (and at any moment) we might do well to adjust our usual learning styles. We might do well risk wobbling as we try for new balance. To be still when we prefer motion—or vice versa. Generally: to push the limits of our personal learning curves.
Here’s to embracing the classrooms of life: marriage and more.