A rule my mother taught me that I think all mothers teach their children is to never leave the house without a pair of clean underwear. At the time I always did what all children do – said (with the obligatory eye rolling) “Yes mom, I have clean underwear on.” The reason was always the same ” What if you were in an accident, and were taken to the hospital…”
So my mom not only taught me to look presentable before I go out(some people I know would say I didn’t learn that part well) but to also get the unseen parts of myself presentable also.
I’ve been doing that now for a couple of weeks. Redoing the infrastructure of my online persona.
Tearing down my faded class wiki piece by piece since those courses are no more.
I’ve created a Facebook page to do what my old wiki did when I came to showing what it is I do in education. And yes, it will have an actual picture of me instead of my avatar.
Still working on a few other things. I’ve gotta get down to my fighting weight.
This is going to be one heckuva battle.
And, I think, a long one.
But I will do nothing that would not have made my mother proud.
Isn’t that the point of life?