April 5. Today is feedback day on various items raised in earlier posts.
The first is feedback on the algebra challenge set by my grandson for the Brisbane extended family (20 people). He has created a group chat page and, in the video he makes, sets challenges and other tasks to keep us busy in this time of coronavirus and staying at home.
‘Granny, your answer was correct but you were penalised for your (very) late submission.’
I mentioned in a previous post that I had to set aside my time management for that day to complete the challenge, so you can imagine how miserable I felt with this outcome. I found myself using some of the excuses my students used on me when they submitted their assignments late. I noticed the same whining tone in my voice. I practiced every sympathy-rousing technique I could think of. To no avail. My poor performance will go down in history.
I submitted my answer to the next challenge (Maths) in record time.
Next up is the time management. I am definitely getting better. First of all, I don’t set an unrealistic number of tasks to do in a day. Small steps. This isolation is here for a while. Tomorrow is another day. And so is the next. And the next. And the next. And the…
Get a grip!
Bearing the above in mind, I now prefer to design my day rather than manage/plan my time. Design is creative and interesting, requires imagination and brings pleasure. My design includes one big housework task a day: polish the furniture. Yay! I tell myself. I designed that for today and I love seeing the furniture glow in the rays of sunlight that filter through the clean blinds, the cleaning of which was yesterday’s fun thing to do…
And so, it goes.
Something I read:
During difficult times, you move forward in small steps.
Do what you have to do, but little by bit.
Don’t think about the future, not even what might happen tomorrow. Wash the dishes.
Take off the dust.
Write a letter.
Make some soup.
Do you see?
You are moving forward step by step.
Take a step and stop.
Get some rest.
Take another step.
Then another one.
You won’t notice, but your steps will grow bigger and bigger.
And time will come when you can think about the future without crying. Good morning
(Elena Mikhalkova, “The Room of Ancient Keys”)