It’s been a long time guys. I’m tired: 3 launches this month and 2 next, online conventions and the insanity of covid-19. I edit, I write, I pray, I homeschool, I don’t cook very often these days so I send Jonathan out to buy food, a lot. Then it starts all over again the next day. Nights are too short, days aren’t long enough, and on and on it goes.
I have been so painfully remiss on this whole podcasting thing but it is the number 1 request that I get so here I am. I can’t promise you when the next one will be but I can promise you that this one is special. It’s full of rambles and stories, but it is a message of hope. It is about a perspective reset button.
Listen in
Pictures as promised
This is the assessment made of me in grade 1.
The note I wrote in computer class.
This is the story I wrote when I was six, terrible printing.
My dad’s note to the school.
My note to my teacher.
A story I wrote when I was 11.
A report card.
I never fit the mold
In high school I nearly failed history and 100% it was because I didn’t study and I didn’t try… I didn’t care. It was the most boring thing I had ever been a part of. Listen, take notes, answer a test. That was it. There was nothing inspirational or fresh or real to me now about it. I couldn’t learn about what I was interested in, I couldn’t go down rabbit trails, I wasn’t in charge of my education. Someone else was dictating what I had to learn and how.
School grades and report cards don’t measure our children’s intelligence nor their potential!
