Let her sleep...

...for when she wakes she will move mountains.

I posted a little while back about the pressure of deciding what to do in life. I concluded that all you have to do is go for it. Go for whatever. Who cares what whatever is. But get every particle of air out of your lungs screaming it.

WHATEVER! (That was me screaming my whatever.)

I want you to try something - just for fun. It's something that I love love love love love to do. Laugh right now. I know that I haven't said anything funny but you can pretend. "How do you catch the Easter Bunny?
Hide in a bush and make a noise like a carrot." HAAA! Try it friends. But when you do make sure you really exhaust your 'ha'. Literally push all that oxygen out in one laugh.

It's the best.

And as always, my favourite laugh has got me distracted me. Let me jump back on track. I'm going to be a teacher. Rad, I know. So at the moment I am yelling assignments, and readings, and lectures, and study. I've had some second/third year University students laugh at my naivety enthusiasm for this. They believe that this is a phase that I'm going through. That soon enough I'm going to be skipping my lectures and hardly glancing at my readings. But I kid you not, they are wrong. Wanna know why?

Because I love it; because I'm grabbing the bull by the horns in this on; and because I love to win - for me it's almost the only option. (Please forgive me if I ever come across to you as rudely competitive. It's because I am.) So in terms of teaching, I am going to be the best friggen' teacher this world has ever seen. Or at least New Zealand South Auckland has ever seen.

Actually no, the world.

I guess it shows that I'm a romanticist/idealist at heart. And my school kids, they are gunna go places. They're going to learn maths like no other has seen, and do drama and art, and have all their issues resolved, and have a knowledge about NZ history and will be able to speak some te reo, and be encouragers rather than put downers, and we'll bake and sing songs, and be awesome at spelling.

Like I said - idealist.

If we're not better than the rest, how will children do their best.
Find your patience, find your truth. Love is all we have to lose.
Though I feel I'm just as strong as any man I know,
Though I feel I'm strong enough to carry all this load.
I'm not able, I'm not able, I'm not able on my own.
He knows more than any other, how much help I am going to need with this one.

"I'm as bad as the worst, but thank God, I'm as good as the best"