Newerways

These days, I am not into adult education as much as I am into education as an adult. I decided to pursue my interest in writing thirty years after my clinical practice. I started with content writing gradually, modifying and learning new skills to create content. Some call it now a side hustle, some an alternative career. For me, it was a hobby. I began to write stories, events, and experiences in my blog. I loved creating stories and the experience it provided to me. I remembered the times I wrote for my school magazine. As the words poured out, my M (memory) drive replaced the C and D drives. My family coaxed me into investing in myself and exploring my interests. I looked around to search for my interests. I found naught; I dived deep, and even bigger naught awaited. In a world dominated by artificial intelligence, I took my first step to make the unbelievable believable. I drifted onward, propelled by curiosity, and yearning to accomplish, embrace, explore, create, a

  I was thrilled as I logged into my account for the first class. It was not just about content writing, marketing, and planning. It was about learning and unlearning chapters that I had overlooked.  I was with a bunch of youngsters old enough to be my children. Even the trainer was years younger than me. Putting all those thoughts aside, I began to pick the threads. The introductory class began. My thoughts wandered about how quickly I could type my responses. Soon, I realized that my adeptness did not matter and each of us could work at their own pace. My primitive knowledge of Word software until now had kept me afloat in the technology boat. Here, there was so much to learn.  The educational odyssey commenced, leaving me intrigued with curating a LinkedIn profile. Years ago, my response would have been, ‘Who cares?’ but now I understand it holds the key to unlock hidden potentials in the digital realm. Reading between the lines, I understood I had to paint a “Monalisa’ or be a mode