I was that strange kid who couldn’t wait to start school. No teacher taught me how to read. I learned before I ever went to kindergarten. I completed most of my homework while I sat listening to lectures. Extra credit work was fun, and I enrolled in every advanced placement class my school offered. As a result, A’s populated my report card. My lower marks reflected my associated boredom level. An instructor once reprimanded me for working ahead in a math workbook, even though the answers were correct. I didn’t stop. Her class was boring.
I love challenges. Cracking a code, solving a puzzle, or learning a new skill is exhilarating. Throw me in the deep end, and while I might thrash around and almost drown, chances are I will soon be swimming like Michael Phelps. A wise man enlightened me on the benefits of becoming a perpetual learner. He warned me that no one knows less than the person who thinks they know everything.
This weekend, I have been taking an online course, studying a topic I love. I am pushing my limits, forcing myself beyond my comfort zone to create new connections. It’s as scary as Nik Wallenda’s volcano walk. I am happier than most students on the first day of summer vacation.
Are you pushing your limits today?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer