Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined.
Henry David Thoreau
This is something I've been considering. I am a work in progress and am not expert at this, but here's what I think.
1- Don't be afraid to change course.
Braeden is in the throes of charting his high school course. He had a plan. He wouldn't be swayed. He's rethinking it. It's causing him stress.
I told him about when I was in high school and decided between my sophomore and junior years to change the extracurricular activities I was involved in. Things like that mattered in my tiny school and I had one teacher that didn't talk to me for the rest of high school because he was mad that I quit.
And that was awkward in my tiny school.
But I was happier. Ten thousand times.
2- Just start.
I've mentioned before our slow and steady approach to running. A 5K (for me) seemed a little impossible but we chipped away at it, improving a little each day. It worked.
3- It's not too late.
When I was growing up, my mom taught me piano lessons. I hated it. (I think my mom hated it too...I didn't practice very well...or very often.) She'd always tell me I'd regret it someday. I sort of did. Lately I've started practicing the piano a little. Not because I'll be in trouble Friday if I don't (Friday used to be my piano lesson day-- I dreaded Fridays) but because I just want to practice the piano. And I have more time because of my 2/3 drop in home school enrollment. I set the timer for 10 minutes and sit down and play.
I'm getting (a little) better.
I'm enjoying it.
4- Don't listen to critics.
My family is good to me. They sometimes balk at my ideas though. (Mostly because a lot of my ideas involve them and furniture moving.) I've been completely rethinking our school room. (We have had a 2/3 drop in enrollment after all.) They have all said, "What are you doing?" and "Why?" with an incredulous tone. I tell them to just go with it and pick up that corner of the futon because we're moving it.
The other day I was dismantling a desk with a screw driver and Mark told me I'd lost my mind.
I moved the futon three times...and it weighs as much as several large elephants. Then I moved it back to the original place.
I might leave it there.
But I might not.