As a mom of two Eagles, I experience the start of school as a quiet recognition of my own inner journey that requires courage and stillness amidst the bustle around me.
Today at 8:25 am, I was driving west on Martin Luther King Boulevard. I had just dropped off popsicles at the elementary studio for our celebration of reading together “A Wrinkle in Time.” Traffic was the typical morning push toward downtown Austin. I noticed something small and red lying in the road a few cars …
What begins as short but daily spurts of reading, writing and math progresses into three-hour sessions of daily work and ultimately, uninterrupted deep work experienced as flow. The work ethic is built step by step with the gratifying experience of earning badges of mastery and experiencing what excellence feels like. Mediocrity won’t satisfy once you’ve tasted excellence.