I have had an uneven tennis season.
I started back to the sport at the end of February and benefited from being in Atlanta, a tennis mecca if there ever was one. I had lost most of my tennis friends when I moved away shortly before the pandemic, but I worked my way up to playing five or six days a week through a combination of clinics, flex league matches, and casual play with friends and family.
Read MoreI’m currently involved in a few reciprocal coaching relationships.
There are certainly moments when my conversation partner and I are giving each other new information or insights. But so often, I’m offering advice that the other person could have given me, and vice versa.
We already know what we should do, but we have a hard time seeing it until it’s reflected back to us.
Read MoreOne of the challenges of being “in charge” is that you have to make a lot of decisions.
In order to make decisions well — meaning not just that the decisions are “good decisions” but also that the process of making them is smooth — you have to learn to trust your gut.
Read MoreAround March of each year, there's a crop of eighth graders who think that they aren't learning anything.
They are bored and frustrated with their teachers, classmates, and schoolwork. In our tiny homeschool program, they have the luxury of believing that they would feel differently if they went to a traditional public school.
They say that they're ready for high school and just want to be there already. They don't know that they're exactly where they should be.
Read MoreI’m in the midst of knitting a sweater with lots of bobbles. Eighty-four of them, to be precise.
I’m counting because I’m desperate to be done with the dang bobbles. I guess I forgot how much I hate them. A single bobble requires that you first knit into one stitch three times. Then, you take those three stitches and work each of them again. Then again, and then again, and finally your misery is over and you turn the three stitches back into one, resulting in the finished bobble:
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