When I was in elementary school, I soaked up information like a sponge — and then I’d come home to teach my stuffed animals and my Toys ‘R Us version of an American Girl doll what I had just learned.
I administered spelling tests, practiced times tables, and read books with them all. Weird? Maybe. But was I cementing my learning by practicing it in a creative space? Absolutely.
As the years went on, I continued to crave knowledge. How do you balance in chemical equations? Why am I being taught how to manually score a bowling game? What makes a poem…a poem?
After graduating college, I naively assumed I’d just keep learning. I did for a while; I learned some basic HTML and CSS, read books on communication and habit-building skills, and dabbled in FIRE (financial independence/retiring early). I dipped my toes into some Coursera and MasterClass sessions, although they never really stuck. Life happened, I got busy, and my structured learning waned.
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