It isn’t my graduation or even my birth son’s grad day. Still it is one of my kids and I love him and hope the best for him. Truthfully though, the day is more about Mom realizing that goal of completion for her son and I love her for being able to accomplish that under the conditions she has faced over the last half-dozen years. So, while this ought to be a day of relax and celebration it feels more like a dad on wedding night. I’m a bit flustered and apprehensive and just want to be able to be there to staunch the river of tears.
Some Thoughts:
- The entire thing could have been called some thoughts for as much as I am able to focus on one specific thing right now. Here’s one thing: I tool a new typing test and clocked at 51 WPM (following a dismal 9 wpm). This tells me that once I am in the zone I can turn it on a little. Man how I long to be back in that zone more often. At 51 of copying text I ought to be pushing 500+ words for each of these 10 minute excursions.
- I am not doing that. Partly because I am not finding a lot of creative energy or consistency lately. This is a troubling trend that needs to be studied further.
- Speaking of studies, school is out for summer! I’m kind of pumped because there is so much the kids can do and enjoy this summer. I’m kind of not pumped because I have failed to plan anything of worth save for a brief football excursion that may or may not be cancelled based on the failure of the squad to have a meaningful conversation about practices and, well, even a coach. No, I’m not going to do it.
- I am still hopeful to be involved in the coaching conversation for the fall but I am also far less hopeful that this is going to happen. To be continued on a future Wednesday.
- For now it is off to the graduation and off to feel hope and joy and success…
- Then Phoenix Fan Fest.