I'm 37 now.
Or, maybe I'm 47.
I look great for 47, don't I?
That's because I'm 37.
Gina's hat is still sitting in the closet. Knitted for her birthday, first week of February. February? Damn.
If you teach a fish to climb a tree, he won't climb a tree, he'll feel like an idiot. But if you teach a fish to swim, well, there's another thing entirely. What the heck was I meant to do? Am I a fish climbing trees, or learning the doggy paddle?
10,000 hours, someone told me today. You do anything 10,000 hours, you're an expert.
I'm going at this teaching thing very slowly, then. I only really teach ten hours a week. I need a thousand weeks of this, then. Twenty years? Wow. It's going to be a while. Although, I do have prior experience.
What kinds of things do I actually have 10,000 hours of experience doing, I wonder?
1. Sleeping, for sure.
2. Watching TV. I'm an expert at that.
3. Being a student.
6. Talking to people.
7. Talking to myself.
9. Despairing, in general.
11. Writing? This is possible. I'm not entirely sure, as writing is usually recorded in pages or words rather than hours spent.
What do you have 10,000 hours of experience doing?