Like a sponge
I can’t recall the exact date it happened, but at some point since I met my husband I became a little learning sponge.
I always did well in school. I learned what I needed to learn to ace the test and then promptly forgot those lessons as I crammed in new ones. (Except for history. Loved history.)
Now I find myself reading Business Week for fun. For most major holidays my husband gives me books with titles like “The Portable MBA” and ”100 Words to Make You Sounds Smart.” This is a turning point for me. I sit in meetings at work and actually enjoy can bear to listen to financial reports and data center updates. It feels good.
I even posed this question to a peer last month: “Yes, but is it scalable?”
I don’t know what has come over me. I hope it never goes away.
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Right, so I know this feeling too. I just subscribed to Garden and Gun. No, I do not garden and I certainly don’t own a gun. But this mag promises to elevate and educate me on the certain nuances of Southern culture. Some of which I guess I missed during my charmed, yet sheltered, upbringing. (Check it out: http://www.gardenandgun.com)