I've been challenged by the unresponsive relationship with the Rehabilitation Institute. It's turned out to be a great favor, though. I asked Dr. Bob for assistance and already my arm is more comfortable, I am happier and I even believe that everything is going to be alright in my world . . . . that's wonderful.
I am not thrilled with my new writing coach. Isn't that strange? I have wanted this course for a long time. I've been paying in advance, especially when I knew the hospital bills would threaten to overwhelm me. Still, I haven't turned in lesson two. My new teacher said that making a living writing is difficult. If she could make a living solely by writing, she would not teach.
Would you want a teacher who would rather not teach? Well, that's actually not why I'm not thrilled. She pre-decided what kind of material I should write - casually dismissing my ideas altogether. I have admitted I may not have communicated my thoughts completely or clearly. I wrote her a letter to explain but i have not heard back. So, lesson two - undone - although i am having a good time studying a subject that captured my imagination.