Going barefoot

Today knocked my socks off a bit.

I was challenged--in the middle of class--in such a manner that it was all I could do to keep standing up or not cry. But I recovered, they recovered, and we all talked it out. In total, it wasn't a bad thing. Sometimes we need our socks knocked off every once in a while to jar us out of complacency.

Next week, we'll try again; in six weeks I'll start over again. Get just a little closer; have that answer a little more polished.