is just this:
I can bet you that I will be 80-years old and still taking college classes.
I wrote before about how Wanderlust should've been my middle name. About how exploring the unexplored makes me curl my toes and fills me with joy unexplainable.
But Learning? Oh, Learning. She is Wanderlust’s Closest Cousin, in my opinion. If I can’t be fully present somewhere, whether that’s back in colonial times or in the psyche of a child, I might as well take a class about it—immerse myself in the concepts and ideas of it.
I’m realizing this now as I started making a list of all the classes I’d like to take this upcoming spring semester:
U.S. History up to the Civil War?Yes, please!
Child Growth and Development?
Absolutely.
Native American History?
Don’t mind if I do.
American Sign Language?
But, of course.
Cultural Awareness…
Intro to Counseling…
Life and Times of Jesus…
Hatha Yoga…
Sign me up!
Yes, this is my current list. Which is a list was brought down from a list of 15 classes…which was also reduced from a much larger list than that.
And the hardest part? The absolute hardest part? That will be figuring out how to narrow down this list of 8 classes to only 3.
Because when I think on these classes, read their description, imagine the smell of the textbooks…I see knowledge. And possibility. And personal growth.
While there are handfuls of things I’d like to change about myself, this part of me that gets butterflies just from the idea of possibility…
Well, it’s one part of me that I hope stays around for a long, long time.
Yup, you can bet your bottom dollar that I will be 80-years old and still taking college classes.
And I rejoice at the thought of it.
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