One time my neighbor's tree was brighter than the sky.
Sometimes my kids are brighter than I am. The older they get, and the older I get, the more often they outshine me in many ways. I do not mind one bit.
I do love clocks and calendars and the history of time measurement, but it is good to remember that we are not clocks, and our children are not clocks.
Art, arrangements, sculpture—any art—is based on a vision or a mental image. Viewers interpret that, and respond, sometimes with thought, words, or responsorial art of some sort. Then someone will see that art, or comment, or review, and reference it somehow.
These are connections, sometimes wordless, and that is learning, even when it's far from facts and figures.
Like layers of an onion someone can understand unschooling, and be calm, and then discover... Oh! I could extend these principles to my spouse.
For people with young children, it will be about just the surface of an onion. Maybe that's the concreteness of it. "How can you recognize an onion when you see one?"
The change you need is to live a different way. Step out of the grumpy dark into the calm decision-making choose-joy light.
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Leave the old habit to wither. Don't try to break it. Move to making better choices so that what you used to do and used to think will be left in the "choices I don't consider anymore" category.