Back to school. Back to school, to prove to Dad that I’m not a fool. I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight, I hope I don’t get in a fight. Ohhhh, back to school. Back to school. Back to school. Well, here goes nothing.
When my cousin was in elementary school, she was putting her shoes on when she let out a huge … sigh … and said “well … I hope today’s the day.” “The day for what?” her mother asked. “The day they decide to teach me something I don’t already know,” she responded. In elementary school! Love that girl.
Well … today’s the day around our house … the day my husband goes back to school to pursue a board certification in something related to his role as a Leisure Specialist. Nothing like paying tuition and getting registered to learn that he’s looking at 15-20 hours of course work a week … for the next FIFTEEN months. LOL.
I’m not laughing because school work is funny. I’m laughing because I think it’s funny that a Leisure Specialist would have to spend more time studying than “working.” There’s some irony here, is there not?
How does this tie to my minimization mission, you ask? Well, our goals are to continue learning how to minimize our material possessions, shopping habits, and attitudes toward consumerism, so that in fifteen months when my husband is a Board Certified Leisure Specialist, we’ll be able to celebrate his graduation on the beach of my hypothetical desert island in the South Pacific in our new Tommy Bahama wardrobe which we’ll *have* to buy to replace the minimal amount of clothing that we now own (which will no longer fit us fifteen months from now … thanks to my discovering Zumba. More on that later).
Dear God, I hope this is the makings of reality, and not another one of those unrealistic dreams where I think I can live at the Country Club all day …