And then my daughter grew up so I went to graduate school. I was in the first cohort of a new program at The University of Tampa for a degree called Instructional Design and Technology.
Best. Degree. Ever.
I got involved in exciting research and taught fun workshops and made all kinds of educational products.
(Anti-climatic regular voice here.)
Diagnosis: multiple idiopathic neurological disorders
(Use your best rodeo announcer voice here.) Which means!!
No more sitting at a desk, significantly reduced computer usage, an ever changing cocktail of medications, seldom sleeping thru the night because of pain and blah, BLah, BLAH.
If you're gonna go, go BIG. My exceptional and very experienced neurologist called me "a rare case."
Like I said, GO BIG.
Back to the Great American Teach In
I've been rescuing wood products (often from other people's trash cans) and collecting stumps and logs, turning them into useful and beautiful (so I'm told) things and selling those things online and at craft shows.
So far so good.
I love my new career.
I have even been known to use a skillsaw in the livingroom. I know. Insanity.
But I do miss teaching and education and all those things that go along with learning.
So now I'm waiting for the details -- THEY SAID I COULD BRING A LATHE AND DEMONSTRATE-- and dreaming about what I'm going to tell these children who will all too soon be faced with decisions about who they will grow up to be.