Design and Redesign

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I finish typing up a basic guide for MLA formatting and look at the clock on my phone. It’s 8:30. I’ve already put in a couple hours of work, so I close the document and give my short American coffee a tentative swirl. Almost empty. It looks like this morning will be a two-cup day, so I grab the nearly empty cup and ask the barista for a refill.

I’m already preparing for fall semester, even though I have the next three weeks off. I wasn’t happy with last semester’s English Literature Course. I had integrated the new Peer Lead Team Learning format into my course and things did not go as smoothly as I had hoped. I know the flaw was in my course design, not in the PLTL model itself. I have used PLTL in my English Composition course and found it was quite helpful.

At the end of last semester, I expressed my disappointment in the course structure and asked students for their honest feedback. Each student gave me five ways I could improve the course and their reasons why. Many of the students turned in thoughtful detailed feedback that I found extremely helpful in my course redesign.

Research into the reader-response approach to literature has also been helpful. Understanding how other instructors implemented the reader-response approach into their classrooms has given me a few ideas of my own. My goal is to help my students become experts rather than rely on experts. Although it is valuable to consult the expert opinions of others, it is even more important to be able to evaluate and integrate those opinions in a constructive way. This is a skill that will serve them beyond literature into their personal and professional lives. It is a technique I use every time I update my course, or make a major life decision.

I stop typing and pick up my coffee. As the liquid swirls in the cup, I realize that my coffee is half empty already. I look at the clock and almost 30 minutes have passed. Ten words a minute is certainly not a land speed record. Contemplative reflection is deliberate like that. It has a way of slowing down forward motion, but it can make the forward motion more meaningful, more focused, and more productive.

I take a deep breath and consider my next steps, weighing experience, feedback, and expert advice. I take out my planner, to review my goals for this week, and my journal, to record the random thoughts bouncing around in my head. This is my design and redesign process. I use it in my teaching, in my writing, in my art, and in my life, a slow spiral that both revisits the past and projects into the future, moving up from a wide base to a specific point.

This is what I want to teach my students, more than just writing or literature. I want them to learn persistence, resilience, and focus. I want them to be able to weigh experience, feedback, and expert advice. I want them to be able to spiral up from a wide base to a specific point. Most of all, I want them to be able to teach others to do the same.

Sort of Summer Break

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I hit the submit button and the electronic gradebook registers the final grades. There is a great sense of relief. I still have to print and sign hard copies of my reports, but I have met my deadline and my students can move on with their academic careers. Tomorrow, I will wake up early and go to the beach.

I still have a lot to do over the next three weeks. I need to revise my academic article, do research for my tutor conference presentation, prepare for fall classes, and participate in an online course through the Editorial Freelancers Association. It won’t be all work though, my daughter and I have scheduled four days in Orlando, and we can’t wait to go on an adventure.

I also look forward to catching up on some reading within the blogosphere. I haven’t really been able to write much this week, much less read what everyone else has been up to. That makes me sad. I love being immersed in the world of writing, especially inspirational or personal journal writing. Over the next three weeks, I will wake up, read, and write while enjoying my morning coffee. Perhaps, I will even unwind in the evening with a glass of wine and more reading and writing. Time will go by too fast, I know, but I hope to spend some quality time with some nonacademic words for a change. Basically, the next three weeks will be my opportunity to recharge and regroup before heading into the busy fall semester.

I pull out my Rituals for Living Dreambook and add a couple goals to my long-term plans: book agent and $40,000 a year with Crafting the Message. This evening, I will start breaking those goals down into small, reasonable action steps. I light some incense and let the smoke waft up past my vision board.  Each time I walk in the room, the smell will remind me to stay focused and to stay relaxed. That’s the key.

When I studied Tai Chi in college, I fell in love with the concentric circles and the energy flow. The idea behind Tai Chi is to use your opponent’s energy to neutralize the attack. It’s the physical embodiment of the ying/yang concept. Each gentle movement guides energy into a new direction. Pursuing your dreams is a lot like that. Life is a constant onslaught of incoming challenges. The most efficient way to achieve your dreams is to use that energy; neutralize the obstacles by redirecting the force to your advantage.

I never stop. Even when I am relaxing or going on a “sort of” summer break. That doesn’t mean I am pushing myself, or exhausting myself. I am just redirecting energy.

A Very Rough Draft

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I reach the word count limit of 3750 words, but I haven’t finished the article. I highlight everything in the last subsection because I know I need to revise it. I estimate that have at least another 600 words to go, so I will have go through the manuscript and make it more concise. That’s actually one of my favorite editing jobs, trying to convey the same message with fewer words.

I have to admit this article is currently a rough draft . . . a very rough draft. It’s so rough it deserves the empty descriptor “very,” the kind of word I would immediately cut out of a draft. It reminds me of my life in general. Right now, it’s a rough draft . . . a very rough draft, and I still need to do a lot of editing to make it more concise.

Fortunately, this is the last week of classes for the summer and then I have a short break before fall. It won’t be three weeks of vacation, though. I scheduled a four-day trip to Orlando with “the little,” but the rest of the time I will spend planning for the academic year ahead. The difference between dreams and goals are action steps, and I will need to schedule a whole lot of action steps to get where I want to go.

I hit the save button and close my article for the evening. Although being productive is important, so is resting and regenerating. Tomorrow, I will wake up early and start again.

When You Don’t Feel Like Adulting

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The digital clock on my tablet reads 8:58 am, and it is time to head inside to work. I snap the keyboard cover over the touch screen and put it in my backpack. Standing up from the quaint bistro table, I toss the backpack over my shoulder and head to the automatic doors. Like a magic portal, the doors transport me from a sunny, subtropical paradise into the artificial chill of the Green Library. I find myself slightly annoyed, not because I dislike my job. I love my job. I just don’t feel like upholding my adult responsibilities today. I want to write, read, doodle in my art journal, and enjoy the sun. Basically, I want to relax and play.

I find my resistance a bit humorous since I only have to work five hours today. I have plenty of time to do my own thing; although, the idea of going to the gym at 5:00 pm makes me feel petulant. I have a feeling I am going to be a bit sassy with my trainer today.  I have learned that if I acknowledge and accept these feelings with the same patience I would extended a strong-willed toddler, my day goes a lot smoother.

Would I be happier if I were home today? Probably not. I would probably lament the wasted time and opportunities lost. In fact, when I leave work today, I know I will change into my gym attire then go to the coffee shop right next to the gym to work on my scholarly article for a couple hours. I am just having one those generally dissatisfied days.

Being bipolar, I have learned how to separate feelings and thoughts. Thoughts create feelings and feelings create thoughts, but if you can stop the transaction for just a moment you can see how illusionary it can be. There is no reason why I shouldn’t have a good day at work today, unless I decide my irritation is a valid emotion. So, I recognize it for what it is, restlessness. There are so many things I want to do today, and there’s no possible way of doing them simultaneously, so my brain has thrown its metaphorical hands into the air and said “Whatever!”

I remind myself that there is plenty of time to do everything, and everything will get done as long as I do one thing at a time. I remind myself that what I consider work and play are so closely aligned they are almost the same thing. I purposely designed my life to be that way. I remind myself that I like getting paid. Being free is not fun when you are broke. I remind myself that the sun is almost always out in Miami, and that after a couple hours, I would be so hot that I would want to come back in. I remind myself that I signed up for the gym because I wanted to be strong and active. It’s all about the story I tell myself, so I choose the story that makes me the happiest.

Closed Form, Open Form

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I take another bite of tuna fish on pumpernickel, and wash it down with sip of iced green tea. I cue episode 2 of Westworld. It’s 8:00 pm, and I’m done working for the evening. I wrap a fluffy robe around me and sit on my bed with my tablet on my lap.

After teaching class, and consulting at the writing center, I came home and worked on my scholarly article. Writing an academic article is like putting a puzzle together, conforming to the expected structure, blending original ideas with supporting research. A restrictive, closed form. My students think I have forgotten the stress of academic composition. But, I haven’t. My word count just got longer.

Now, I sit back and tap out words between scenes on tv. I no loner worry about form. I no longer worry about proving my point. Do I even have a point? Blogging, for me, is just an experiment in which I connect one word to the next, one thought to another. No critique. No peer review. I write as an act of exploration, the most open of forms.

I feel the tension slowly dissolve as I wander through my metadiscourse. My hands shape words like a potter molds clay. I feel them slip between my fingers, spinning on the potter’s wheel. Pulling here, pushing there, my hands morph the clay into a vessel, the words into meaning.

Are you still with me dear reader? Are you committed to our rambling stroll through the word garden? We pluck a bouquet of flowers: adjectives, nouns, verbs. We ad a spray of prepositions for delicacy. What do they smell like to you? Sweet? Subtle? I smell the exotic sandalwood scent of incense. Words flap overhead like Tibetan prayer flags.

Is this how a word feels after you scribble it on a scrap of paper and stick in a book? Hidden words become soft memories waiting to be spoken back to life. I close the tattered book and slip it back onto the shelf. I will save the rest of the words for later.

Core Values Part 2

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The summer sun is low in the horizon and there is a faint ghost of a breeze. The direct heat has subsided, but the humidity is still thick. I just finished working on my scholarly article for the day. Now it’s time to return to my nightly blogging ritual.

This morning I blogged about the first five of 10 core values I had listed in my Rituals for Living Planner. In that post, I discussed kindness, purpose, expression, the balance between individuality and community, and learning. As the sun begins to fall behind the trees, I begin to contemplate the last five:

Discipline: This is a trait that I highly value, but it is also a trait that I struggle with the most. As someone with bipolar disorder, I am prone to impulsiveness. Impulsive eating, impulsive spending. Untreated, bipolar disorder can lead to a destructive level of impulsivity. Perhaps that is why I value discipline so much. It shimmers on the horizon like an oasis. It is the holy grail of productivity, and I watch others practice with awe as though they appear invoke a super human power beyond my abilities. But, I am not completely incapable. I simply have to keep my tools close at hand, a constant reminder of what I really want and what I need to do to get there.

 Devotion: This is probably the easiest value for me to manifest. Admittedly, it is not easy to gain my devotion, but once won, it is unshakable. Like “purpose,” devotion is a core value I cannot live without. I have a deep need to love others, a small circle of others, but it is a need nonetheless. To win my devotion, there must be an unconditional bond. We know the good and bad about each other, but still consider ourselves fortunate to be connected.

Optimism: I feel I am at my best when I am optimistic. Some might say I am too optimistic, and perhaps at times I am. Although, my bipolar brain is prone to the pessimism that grows out of anxiety and depression, I see it as my false self. Pessimism is the lie my dark brain tells me as it tries to push me into despair, but optimism is a choice I make to believe in the best possible outcome.

Vision: What does vision mean? Vision is the ability to imagine your ideal reality and create the action steps to get there. Vision isn’t just a representation of the future. Vision is a manifestation through daily action. Vision breathes life into all my other core values because without vision, they are just words.

Persistence: This is the sister of vision. It is the choice to take the right action each day. Without persistence, vision would never manifest. Dreams, goals, and values would dissolve into nothing. Persistence is the next step in the right direction. Persistence is getting back up when you fall. Persistence is starting over when you fail. Persistence is a gift of love you give yourself.

I’ve enjoyed writing about these core values. Some of my responses even surprised me. I guess that’s why I love to blog so much. It’s like having a conversation with myself. I can reach out into the universe and sing my song to the endless sky. If it resonates with someone else, we have a unique opportunity to connect and our tribe grows. I hope you all have a wonderful evening.

A New Journal: A Timeless Perspective

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I remove the cellophane wrapping from my new journal, and open it to the first line page. There I write today’s date July 14, 2017. I also record today’s date on the first page of the old journal, just below the date Oct 23, 2016. Nine months was a long run for a single journal. I suppose it’s a testament to how busy I have been. My journaling was limited to a short fifteen-minute blurb while drinking my morning coffee.

There is only one page left in the journal, and I will use it today. After, I open my new journal and on the first three pages, I will copy my personal mission statement and the basic principles from a book called The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. I copy them into the front of each journal, so I can review them often.

As I have already revealed my personal mission statement in a previous post, I will enumerate the basic principles of The Artist’s Way here:

  1. Creativity is the natural order of life. Life is energy: pure creative energy.
  2. There is an underlying, indwelling creative force infusing all of life—including ourselves.
  3. When we open ourselves to our creativity, we open ourselves to the creator’s creativity within us and our lives.
  4. We are, ourselves, creations. And we, in turn, are meant to continue creativity by being creative ourselves.
  5. Creativity is God’s gift to us. Using our creativity is our gift back to God.
  6. The refusal to be creative is counter to our true nature.
  7. When we open ourselves to exploring our creativity, we open ourselves to God: good orderly direction
  8. As we open our creative channel to our creator, many gentle but powerful changes are to be expected.
  9. It is safe to open ourselves up to greater and greater creativity.
  10. Our creative dreams and yearnings come from a divine source. As we move toward our dreams, we move towards our divinity.

I return to these principles whenever I find myself placing my own creative expression low on my priority list. Sometimes I get so task oriented that I forget about quality of life. It is pointless to complete task after task, to achieve financial and career goals, without nurturing your soul.

I hope these 10 principles will help inspire some of my creative friends out there in the blogosphere.