My cousin Laurie and I recently had an email conversation along the lines of what Dave Burgess is talking about. I explained to her that I feel like my feet are dangling these days. Maybe my feet are always in a dangling state, but I'm just now realizing it. Or maybe they're just dangling more than usual. My head is consumed, but not in a bad way, with the whirling of questions about my practice.
How can I make _____ better?
What does better even look like?
Should I even be doing _____?
What would _____ look like in the real world?
How is my passion for literacy obvious in all I do?
How can I balance immersion with structure and routine?
How is everything I do somehow connected to their interests?
At times the questions that pursue me can, in the moment, seem so difficult to wrestle with. It can be tempting to let them go and move on, especially if my plate is already full. It's in the wrestling though that I often find myself with the most creative solutions to my questions and the best changes to my practice. Living in a state of ambiguity is never a waste of time. I've really no idea where my feet will land. Neither do I know how I'll eventually get there. My only worry is that I'll miss the boat and continue on with my own version of status quo.