were perceived as piling stress on pre-existing heaps of stress
and, thus, a course change looked like the sole tenable release,
I received a belated holiday card from a separate student
(in the same class, no less) that among other encouragement said this:
"Surprisingly, it is not just the 10 minutes at the beginning of class
that you give the class to read our books that I have learned a lesson from.
I have also learned to work towards my goals..."
I pause to reflect: Ingredients feeding one student's flourishing
echo as identified culprits in another's failing to thrive.
Has the cliche about one size not fitting all ever landed in sharper relief,
feeling nothing at all like relief?
by twists in this knot diabolically Gordian.