The rest of our lives…

A cousin of mine is year 10 and is 15 years old. She is already being asked what she wants to do with the rest of her life. She has no idea; it’s a tough question to ask anyone let alone someone who is 15. When I was 15 I had no idea. When I was 21 I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do… – be a Primary School Teacher. Now approaching my 25th birthday I’m asking myself the same question and I just don’t know.

I still think I’m too young to have it all “figured out”. Maybe, if I had been employed as a teacher at the end of last year; I would have a better idea. Upon reflection in not having straight away gotten a job I am “umming” and “ahhing” over what I want to do.

Earlier this year I was offered a job interview for a Kindergarten Teaching role – I spoke to the lady on the phone who was making the offer and because I don’t have quite the right qualifications I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even go to the interview to see what it was all about. It got me thinking that with nannying experience and knowing that I love littlies – I thought to myself… what if I went back to uni and studied Early Childhood Edcuation?

What if I did both teaching and nannying? What if I went back to the idea of opening an etsy store? What if, what if, what if?

Is that all life is – a whole bunch of what ifs just waiting to never truly be answered?

Plus do I have to do the same thing for the rest of my life?

To be honest if someone asked what I wanted out of life. I would say that I just wanted to be happy. I don’t think there is a clear path for anyone to take. Some of us might be happy doing the same old thing forever whereas others might need to change our minds a couple of times. The rest of our lives is a long time to think about. I would rather just take my time.

Maybe every year for me can be new and different. I could find new things to do. It might be a bit unstable or less secure but I’m in my 20s. Do I really need to “figure it out?”

Does my life when in the stage of just looking out for myself really have to be so serious? I think all of us needs to relax a little bit. Especially myself.

I could ask the world a million questions but at the end of the day it’s my life and it is there for me to live it and how I would like to.

Signing off to go enjoy the rest of my Sunday!

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Me and Emma by Elizabeth Flock

With the travel time I have for work on trams I am blessed with actually having time to read. I think most people would agree that once they start their working life they lose time for reading… if it doesn’t happen then, then by the time they become parents if they chose to take that path… they lose that time then. For me though I’m reading a book roughly every two weeks. I’m pretty fortunate I would say.

However, because of this I have had to make the effort to go the library… can’t really afford buying all the books I want to read anyway but especially if I get through as many as I do.

Last week as I had just finished reading Harry Potter for the second time, I thought to myself… what am I going to read? When reading a series as long as seven books you don’t really have to think much about the next book for a while.

With the convenience of everything online I had the comfort of looking up the library catalogue from home. I started with of course familiar authors or authors I wanted to read for longest of times but for some reason never did. One of them was Jodi Picoult as I have never read any of her books (why??) and  as I read “Any Human Heart” I had to read some more William Boyd…

Once at the library I quickly found the books I was looking for and decided to have a “random” search… In doing so I stumbled across “Me and Emma” by Elizabeth Flock. Of course I picked it up, it did have my name on it after all. I didn’t know anything about this author, the book or anything but simply based on what I read on the cover and the testimonies on the back I decided to borrow it. I didn’t even read the blurb.

I’m now only a few chapters to the end of the book and I am very happy I picked it up from the library. In the way that it’s written I was instantly reminded of Scout from “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee. Carrie is eight years old (Me) and her sister Emma is six years old. It’s the tale of the two girls and their lives together. Carrie narrates the story.

It is both a beautiful and harrowing. Carrie is there to protect Emma from their abusive step-father Richard, their mother is blind to his abuse and powerless to stop it and we shown flash-backs to their past life when their Daddy was alive.

If you decide to read this and love children there may be times where you feel sick…You’ll want to cry too from the lives the girls might have had if their father was still alive. However, this all depends on how sensitive you are! I don’t want to go into too much detail and as I haven’t finished yet I can’t write a review.

But if you are looking for something to read then turn to Elizabeth Flock… I will be picking up another of her books again that is for sure…

With all this reading I do hope it makes me a better writer!

Signing off – hope you are having a good weekend and getting some reading done!

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