Over the years, I happily created many other classes for the college—mindfulness, self-compassion, and my latest endeavor—positive neuroplasticity training. Every time I created and taught a class, I knew that I was changing the life of a teacher and their students for the better.
But last Friday, Wisconsin passed legislation that reversed this trend of expansion of classes for the college. This new legislation made taking classes for credit elective rather than required for teacher license renewal. As I reflected on the ramifications of this change, I felt as if all of the work and enthusiasm that I had poured into creating classes for the college was slipping from beneath my feet like sand being washed away by waves. I felt disappointed, disillusioned, not in control of this new turn of events.
I walked up and down the wet sand, and then I walked back to my car barefoot. Feeling the cool night air on my skin and the changing terrain under my feet. Hearing the sounds of the crickets as I watched the changing sky behind the trees. Feeling the rock in my hand. My purpose. My constant amidst the sea of change.