The love of learning is a philosophy. We've applied it to our children and have seen remarkable results. As I've been immersing myself into this idea, it seems only fair that I ask myself if this love exists in my own life.
I enjoy reading, but if given a choice between a mystery and a non-fiction text, the mystery will win every time. As a matter of fact, I very rarely quit a novel before it's done, but there are several unfinished expository texts on my shelf. Is this indicative of a failure to embrace a true love of learning in my own life? Of course not.
As with any element of education and learning, results must be viewed in a broader context. A singular measure is not usually the best way to determine if learning is occurring. The best way to measure learning is to find a way to see if it lives up to its purpose. In my case, I may not love reading deeply meaningful books, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy learning.
Recently I have been prompted to reflect on all the side jobs I have created for myself over the years. In addition to a full time job, I have almost always had something else going on. Sometimes it's been going to school myself and other times it's been starting my own small business. Each of these endeavors have forced me to learn and grow. Sometimes its been through reading, Other times it has been watching videos or listening to others or asking questions, but the way I learn the best is the old fashioned way. Some people call it the school of hard knocks. Others call it trial and error. Regardless of what you call it, I love to jump in and just give something a try. I learn as I go. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I fail. Either way, I am always learning. And I love it.