10 Dr. Seuss Quotes for Students to commemorate his birthday. I decided to peruse them to see if anything caught my eye for today's Slice. There were several, but the one that popped out was this one:
This quote is special to me for several reasons. First, when my children were little, I bought a copy of Oh, the Places You'll Go! for each of them. At the end of the school year, I asked their teachers to write a short note and sign inside the book. Keeping the book a surprise was no easy feat, but I was able to get each of their teachers from kindergarten through high school to add their thoughts. I then gave the books to them on their graduation day. Now, truth be told, our youngest was not surprised because she watched her older brother and sister receive the same gift. In fact, she couldn't wait to get hers. It's something special that all three of them (yes, even my son), treasure.
I've always been someone who likes to learn new things, but this year, I took a huge leap. I began a doctoral program, which has been a dream of mine since I was an undergraduate. To be honest, sometimes I wonder what the heck I'm doing taking on this endeavor on at my age, especially when I'm in class with a bunch of 25 year-olds who are the same age as my daughter. Nevertheless, I have been reading and reading and reading some more and learning so much. Sometimes it feels like my brain is going to explode. It's exhausting and exhilarating at the same time and I'm so very glad that I'm doing it.
So, this morning, I thought I had my post planned out based on the two points above. It's all very bookish and academic...pretty traditional kinds of learning. But we all know that learning goes beyond books. And this afternoon was the perfect example.
I decided to finally make the stir fry I had been planning for two weeks. (Remember yesterday's post about how easy it is to go out to dinner?) I wasn't sure if the vegetables would still be fit for consumption. A few of the veggies had passed into the slimy, squishy stage, so they went directly into the garbage. Some of them were still identifiable, albiet a few scars and yellowing flowerets that needed peeled away. I chopped, marinated, and whisked away, pretty darn proud of myself that I was getting dinner put together for the two of us. It used to be that making a hot, balanced meal for my family was something I never skimped on. However, cooking has become a bit more infrequent lately.
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