The two courses I took seemed easy, and I just did them for interaction and some practical reasons., as I resumed trying to find a social space in my life, following an illness in the family.
The participative nature and expectations of "homework" caused me grief since I fear failure. I can continue, but it's hard since I've hardly been out, and even dressing is a chore, since I haven't been paying attention to myself.
What's worse is that there is actually substance to the courses, which is well within my grasp, but following a drastic change in routine, it's been hard to adjust.
The good thing is the facilitators are good at managing the climate in the classroom, as opposed to those gremlins in my shrinking head.
I'm afraid I might lose the focus of caregiving, but one course involves ranking values so it should bring me back
After a week of sleepless nights, and noticing how irritable I was, I realized that what I thought was passion, might not be. In the library, I wrote out a though record, and started to come down to earth.
I thought I was "interested" in something, but found out I was afraid of the more intense activities I'd started in the new year. Spending half a year inside, I guess I was "blinded" by the intensity of the interaction in class.
What's great is that the facilitators for both classes are so sensitive to group dynamics.
Anybody out there found a kind soul who knows your pain, and adjusts accordingly? Or am I the only lucky one
