A bit lost this morning. Caught in thought about what I’ve done, what I’m doing, and what I want to do. Sometimes, the lines are so blurred, the view so dim, that I am no longer certain about who I am and what I am doing. And while I do believe at my core that I am doing necessary work to disrupt the status quo, the edges fray at times, and I am left dancing with doubt.

Of course, he’s a familiar partner, and we execute our choreographed routine expertly, but it is contrived–we share no love, court no connection, for each threatens the other’s existence, but there on the floor we meet anyway, stepping through our now-automatic routine. Some days, he leads. Other days, I. Either way, we dance.

My latest lead, has me pushing him around the floor, trying to gain ground on what best represents learning. No, not a new routine. I have been stepping to this for some time, but it’s a quandary that gets me moving in double-time as I consider the routine (now rut) of the status quo and its dependence on standardized data. In the end, I imagine a reckoning, a place I’m moving towards, a place I cannot escape. And I worry a little–maybe more than a little–about the consequences of our final dance. And though this finale is not near, it’s not too far away either, for I only have so many years. At some point, we will have our last dance.

Today’s Trail

Along today’s trail we will experience…

…connecting through Smiles and Frowns.

…self-assessing a Learning Check.

…the freedom of personal reading.

…reflecting in our Journey Journals.

…hearing a Sappy Sy Rhyme.

Happy Wednesday, all.

Do. Reflect. Do Better.