@econproph you aren't alone in that feeling. We don't pick up for another week-- winter session is going, but that sense of malaise is palpable. We are in the midst of writing our accreditation self-study, and the refrain for my standard is when are we going to stop and evaluate what we have done, before we move on to the next thing-- and which initiative is that, I can't keep it straight.

@katebowles @friedelitis @mahabali @cogdog @lauraritchie @fgraver @clhendricksbc @robparsons This is an interesting point. There is fully a negative connotation to navel-gazing; it is a kin to wasting time, being unproductive. It can be used to shame someone or undermine--as @katebowles says, to trivialize and dismiss reflection. Why did you ask @mahabali?

@mahabali @clhendricksbc @friedelitis @katebowles @cogdog @econproph @lauraritchie @fgraver I would have answered there, but I didn't see it. Here my timeline is fairly truncated, so I am more likely to see it. Twitter is more crowded.

@clhendricksbc @ShorterPearson @lauraritchie We are playing "Rock me, Archimedes" right now-- enjoyed by my 7 year old and 13 year old sons, and parents alike. https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/136554/rock-me-archimedes. It is quick game. Other old standbys include Qwirkle, Sequence, Rummikub, poker. We have tried "Settlers of Catan" and some of that type but it was hard for the younger ones to maintain attention.

@mahabali @katebowles @cogdog @lauraritchie @clhendricksbc @fgraver @friedelitis too much Santa apparently,-- self-involved, not elf involved....

@mahabali @katebowles @cogdog @lauraritchie @clhendricksbc @fgraver @friedelitis Good question! For me, it is what you do with it. If your intent is to grow or understand something or it leads to a new insight that changes your perspective, then it is self-reflection. But if it becomes circular and elf involved, then I would call it navel gazing-- I wouldn't lump introspection in with navel-gazing though. But then what do I know, lol!

@cogdog anxiously stand near the wall. Hope maybe to see some one I know, get into a conversation and then spend the res of the evening in self-recrimination - and feel bad that I missed out on all the other conversations.