Girls, I love the pictures, but I'm afraid I'm nowhere near being wonder-anything, just over-enthusiastic-girl I think.
I'm currently struggling mental demons that are begging me to learn to play the oboe. Don't want to be able to play it professionally or anything, just about grade 3 or 4 level would do me fine.
My husband who knows me so well, listened to me rant on about how I wish I could fit this in, did some basic research and has found me a teacher who's prepared to give me lessons on a Saturday morning. And my hubby says he's happy to take over the week's ritual of tackling the entire clothes washing function on Saturday mornings, so I can toddle off to Murray's Bay music centre. Now I need to figure out when I'm going to practice. Can't be late at night or early in the morning - we're a bit close to our neighbours and an oboe isn't the sort of thing that can be muted.
Ran for 11 minutes on the treadmill today, yeah!
Think that I'm beginning to feel the effects of those runners endorphins I've heard people banging on about for years. It does feel pretty good.
Meeting with the lecturer was sobering. My piece is too descriptive and not reflective enough. He did like three or four sentences though, so I have something to build on and he's scheduled another meeting for Wednesday, so he's obviously confident I can manage something to fit the requirements.
Back to the drawing board. But first I think I'll read a few chapters on reflective practice in healthcare for inspiration. This is great actually, because one of the key things they're looking for in the next big essay is reflective ability, and I don't think they've explained this well enough, so a bit of one-on-one with the lecturer has been extremely helpful.