T-minus eleven days and counting.
I've recently been a bit demoralized that I haven't seen the changes I seek in my own life come more fully into fruition. There's been a lot of struggle. Apparently I'm still dealing with unexplored blocks.
But if I were teaching myself, I'd like to think that I'd notice my student's wounded morale and point out that perception and reality might not be exactly the same thing.
"How is the writing going?" Teacher Ben might ask.
"A lot of volume," Student Ben might respond. "Not very sure about the quality."
"But you are zero-drafting? And seeing interesting things pop up?"
"Yeah."
"And you've said that with respect to your skiing, you've seen yourself jump a couple of levels this winter, that your flow has expanded radically."
"Yes."
As a good teacher in this situation, maybe all I'd do is maintain a significant silence. Perhaps raise an eyebrow. As in: draw your own conclusions.