I was approached by my colleague, the same one my previous post mentioned, with a question regarding my thoughts about publishing my writings.  I was a little taken aback; it is flattering to think that someone could think so highly of my writings, especially since I’ve just been sitting down here typing with little to no pre-writing except for thinking in the car or whatever.  I also made me feel a little guilty that I haven’t kept up with my pledge of a weekly rumination – perhaps that’s why I’m on again tonight.

Then I start thinking, heck, it would be pretty sweet to be a published author – but what would the title be?  I mentioned in an early post that I spend a lot of time thinking while I drive home from the cabin; in fact, I pondered the idea of calling this category “front seat reflections” or something like that.  As I was thinking a moment ago, perhaps a good title would be “Reflections in the Windshield.”  There might be some deep symbolism there.  My ruminations are focused on my reflections – looking back at the things I’ve done, my beliefs about various topics, and more.  The term reflections symbolizes the need to look back, however, I don’t look back with regret or despair or nostalgia.  I look back for the purpose of moving forward – the direction through the windshield…hmmmmm….

Okay,  a quick google search didn’t turn up anything on “Reflections in the Windshield” (at least on the first page) so I’m claiming it!

Nevertheless, I then started thinking about what genre this work would fit.  I mean it could cover a lot of stuff on learning and education but I think the lessons I’ve learned through teaching are more pervasive than that.  Would it be a self-help book – sort of a personal fixer upper.  I sort of like that, I like fixing things but fixing people is an entirely different story.  I’ve been trying to fix my wife for almost 10 years and haven’t gotten anywhere!  JUST KIDDING – I love you dear, you don’t need fixing, you are a saint compared to me.  I am the one that needs fixing.  Maybe fixing isn’t the right word but I’m focused on my growth here and nobody else’s.  I just hope that somebody can make a connection with a story or two and it causes them to think twice about something.  Maybe that is the ticket though, focus on fixing yourself – after all you are the only person you really have control over anyway.

Alright, thanks for allowing me to amuse myself for a moment and again, I’m TOTALLY kidding about my wife.  I’m super lucky to have her and should thank her right now for allowing me to exist in her presence.

(A side note – I met my wife in 9th grade, same age as my students are now! weird)