Pursuing Growth: Sculpting Project 2: Chocolate Factory: Week 2 I walk by my kitchen sink and see the reminder note: SMILE. I now automatically smile for a moment. I note that I feel a bit happier. This is completely consistent with lots of psychological studies. Here are a few findings: Subjects are given a pencil…
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Pursuing Growth: Project 2 : Chocolate Factory Week 1
Pursuing Growth: Project 2 : Chocolate Factory Week 1 Smile facts: One smile creates the same amount of brain stimulation as 2000 bars of chocolate. Smiling changes our hormone composition from hormones associated with unpleasant stress to hormones associated with confident happiness. Two muscle groups are used to smile. The mouth smile uses the Zygomatic…
Back to the Future Progress Report: Pursuing Growth: Phase 2 Sculpting Project 1
Pursuing Growth: Phase 2 Sculpting Project 1: Back to the Future Progress Report The aspen leaves are quaking brilliant yellow, the too blue sky has begun to cloud up. I’m straddling a log with my computer propped up, recalling my summer of Back to the Future Sculpting. It began by admitting that I was a…
Back to the Future: Pursuing Growth Project 1
Pursuing Growth (PG) Sculpting Project 1: Back to the Future I tend to be a workaholic. I love accomplishment. Every day I have more things I really want to do than can be done in a day. These tendencies have real benefit and real detriment in my life. I am well aware of the benefits,…
Reflections on Unschooling
Reflections on Unschooling When Claire was 5 and Terese was 3 I (Cheri) made a radical choice to home-school It had just become legal in Washington State and I knew of only one other family who had taken the dive. Ironically my big concern was that my children might not turn out normal. Just like…
Sculpting Project 25: Risks are the Road: Week 1
Sculpting Project 25: Risks are the Road: Week 1 Marti’s eyes open wide as she watches my browning marshmallow seriously sag towards the fire. “You’re such a risk taker,” she exclaims! Evan and I laugh. Marti had just told us scary stories of her hot air balloon adventures and my sagging marshmallow just didn’t feel…