If we didn’t have to work for a living…

I am asking the question – if we didn’t have to work for a living what would we do with our time? Do we work because we need the income or do we also do it because it’s fulfilling, it gives us a sense of purpose etc? It’s probably a bit of both but would we still work if we didn’t have to?

I am in the transition phase of life from just finishing my degree and starting my career. There are some days where life just feels like a series of steps, a series of things people need to complete in order to get through life.

Once we are born we come into a world that is completely unknown, we are taken care of by our parents, family members, friends and even strangers. When I look back to my child-hood although my Mother was the one I would say raised me, brought me up and did most of the work. There were other people there that came into my life and looked after me.

As I got older and in particular when my parents separated and later got divorced I learnt more about how to look after myself – for me the process of looking after myself started at about 6 or 7 years old. I still had other people around who I could depend upon but with my mother now being single I had to do more for myself.

It started with simple things like tieing my hair in a pony-tail but eventually I learnt to cook, do my washing and take myself to school.

I came out of school and was soon living in student accommodation and once again I was doing more myself and learning more about what I wanted for me.

By now I had completed both Primary and Secondary School and was about to start my degree.

The point that I’m trying to get at is that if you think about it once we are born we have a series of life lessons that need to be done before another lesson can begin. To the point where they are never-ending right up until we are no longer here.

I’m not saying that life is predictable or clear. Life does get in the way, we are presented with challenges and sometimes those “steps” have to be altered and changed in order to still get to where we want to go.

But where exactly are we going? If we can’t live forever is there is point? What would happen if we all decided to live on benefits?
Is that even possible?

For me being a teacher isn’t because of the money because lets face it I’m not going to earn a huge sum of money by doing my job. I’m doing it because I want to make a difference in the world. Plus I know that even if I didn’t need money for food, rent and bills I’d still do it. I can honestly say that I have enough love for what I got my degree in to do regardless of the money.

If I had more time just for me I would probably do more art, baking, writing, reading, watching of movies, etc. Not every day would be jam-packed and I probably wouldn’t get up early and decide that 9ish would be the earliest I’d wake up and I’d love to live in my trackies/pjs and not have to really worry about how I looked. But would I love my life? Honestly no, I don’t think I would. I can’t imagine not working with children in any way shape or form. As a nanny/babysitter, teacher or with what I’m doing now with before and after school care.

Everyday I feel so lucky to be a part of the lives that I’m a part of. Some of these kids are at school each day from 7:15am to 6pm at night, they have homework, extra-curricular activities/sport, parties, weekends away, etc. Their childhood isn’t exactly what I’d call easy. It’s pretty full-on.

The weekends and school holidays are for me time. If another person comes into my life some day then he will be included. But for now I can enjoy my spare time. I can enjoy my work and my hobbies. I think I’m pretty fortunate. My job to me isn’t simply a job and I cherish the time I have for myself.

I would rather be blissfully happy earning little than miserable earning a lot.

Signing off – Happy Saturday!!

 

My new job!!

I started a new job on Monday! I work in before and after school which means that every day Monday to Friday I get to go to one school and provide care for children aged 5-12 in both the morning and afternoon. The split shift is a hard adjustment. The job itself is wonderful.

The morning starts with setting up the kitchen with breakfast for the children, wiping down the tables and discussing the days activities with my co-ordinator.

As the children arrive with their parents what they do varies. Some decide to go straight into playing a game, doing arts and crafts or their homework. The kids I work with are diligent with their schoolwork, polite and very fun to be around.

As they settle into the morning some ask for milo, cereal or toast. While others have already had their breakfast. There are only a few kids who come in the mornings with the most being about 10.

One of the kids insists I don’t give her enough milo. I laugh to myself as I used to be a lover of milo and would enjoy much more than she gets given. This is one of the great things about working with children. When you realise how similar you are or once were.

The afternoons are a much busier affair. We can have 20+ children. I know as a teacher that, that is normal. However, it’s very different in this job. Although there are activties planned it can be quite unstructured.

We do ball games, arts and crafts, colouring competitions, cooking, etc. It can be very busy!

The kids are all different too as some don’t really want to participate. As someone who experienced going to both before and after school care I can really appreciate where they’re coming from. They want to be at home.

With a bit of encouragement to have them join in there is a fine line between wanting them to participate and be a part of the group and not pushing them in doing something they don’t want to do.

In drips and drabs the children leave until eventually there is no one left and it’s time to go home. As the assistant I’m not always there for this depending on ratios and on a Friday it’s a most common occurance… which is good because by then I’m ready to go home early.

So far everyday I’ve been thinking to myself “am I seriously getting paid for this?” “I’m having too much fun!”

I think that’s a sign that I pretty much love my new job.

Teaching is still on the cards but for now I’m pretty happy!!

Siging off – I need a nap! 😉

A change of heart

It turns out that in this present moment I haven’t gained a teaching position for term 1, 2013.

Which I am surprisingly enough ok with. I will admit it’s not exactly where I thought I would end up at the start of this year. I thought finishing my degree would mean that I would start full-time work as a teacher.

But you know what it’s not the end of the earth.

In everything that I have gone through and the stress that I have been put through because of it I am looking forward to having a different year than originally planned.

I have gained employment with a teaching agency which will give me relief teaching work and am hoping to have some other child related work to get me by.

But in the mean time I am happy to report that I have started a new hobby – art journalling:

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The first picture is based on a poem I wrote and thought that it would be a good place to start – actually most of these are just experimenting with ideas. But in terms of having something to write I find myself keeping two separate journals. One for thoughts and one for art.

The second picture is because I always find myself drawing flowers.

The third is because I wanted to see if I could make something look like an old envelope/letter. The stamps in the corner all mean different things to me.

The last one is still a work in progress and the writing are quotes to do with positive emotions and reasons as to why I want to get into art journalling.

In the middle of me trying all of this out…

My Grandpa passed away – Tuesday 22nd of Jan 2013. He did so in a very peaceful way which was what he wanted.

In the past few days I have experienced as one would expect a whole series of emotions.

But ultimately I just want to remember him. When I look back and think about the person who he is… I remember being at school with my Grandma and her telling me he used to be a teacher. I think that over the years of figuring out what I wanted to do with my life, he has had some influence on me being a teacher.

I haven’t had the strongest relationship with him but I think at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter… He is still my Grandpa. I will remember him…

I will go on to someday getting a teaching contract, it doesn’t mean that I’m not a teacher as I am but getting a full-time job might just take a little longer than originally planned.

That’s ok.

In the meantime to those reading this post – despite the not so great quality of these photos, I do hope that you enjoy them.

Signing off – to enjoy the rest of the weekend!

 

 

Just having a good time

As usual this year I didn’t make a news year resolution. I don’t believe in them. Mainly due to the fact that by February they get broken. But also because I believe that the new year is simply the passing of time. I know that for many people making a resolution is like saying you have a fresh start.

To me each day is a fresh start. It’s new, it’s yours and you make it how you wish. Each morning I wake and say to myself “it’s a new day!” Whether I had a great day or not, it doesn’t matter I have a new day to do things, organise things, to work, to plan or whatever it is that you do.

Although I do want to have more fun this year. I know that for sure. I find myself to be someone who is too serious. If I get stressed then I get stuck in that moment and can’t seem to enjoy myself. I can’t seem to simply go with the flow and have a good time.

For the past two weeks I have been stuck at home recovering from a throat infection. At first it started out like the flu but progressively it got worse. It was so bad that it felt as though I had a rock stuck in my throat and I was wearing jumpers when the weather was hot because of my tempreature. I was miserable. I soaked up a lot of tv and ate a lot of home delivered food because I didn’t want to go outside – due to symptons becoming worse.

By finally managing to go to my doctor I was prescribed anti-biotics and finally feel like myself again. Tonight I went out with a friend and came home feeling great!

I need to do that more. Not just want but need. I honestly 100% feel like this is a real need.

It was just a simple evening with dinner, dessert and lots of talking but it really was great.

I think with being a natural home-body and introvert I can get too comfortable with spending time at home. I’m never bored when I’m home because I’m always doing one of many creative hobbies. Which does make me happy.

But everyone including me needs to interact with other human beings and have fun. It doesn’t have to be a big night or day. But just something that allows us to have a good talk, laugh and try new places to eat.

Plus being a coeliac I have a bigger reason to not get stuck with the same old places simply because I’m secure in knowing the food is gluten free. In 2013 I know there are more and more options for us with dietry requirements. I don’t see why we have to miss out because we can’t eat certain foods.

It’s a new year, same me but more fun! Lets do it. 🙂

Christmas is all around

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It’s Thursday the 27th of December here in Melbourne, Australia. 30 Degrees celisus and extremly windy. I am just having the last bites of my Christmas Pavlova and sipping on a hot chocolate.

In my current state I feel a sugar coma about to commence, I’m tired, not at all hungry and can’t stop sneezing. The celebrations of Christmas is over but the holiday itself still pushes on.

Since the 20th of December I have been in a whirlwind of family. My Auntie and Uncle are visiting from DC (Washington) which is always a time of excitment and chaos…

It started with dinner at a favourite middle eastern restaurant…then a long trip to my grandparents farm… then to my mother’s house at the beach… by the 23rd –  17 of my family members including myself sat down for an assortment of foods for our Christmas lunch…
by Christmas eve it was just Mum, my brother and myself… and Christmas Day we enjoyed the meal pictured above…

And here I am feeling relieved to spend time with myself… contemplating what the new year is yet to bring while occassionally taking a glimpse at the pile of washing waiting to washed.

“Oh there’s always tomorrow!” I say to myself

But no seriously it really has to be done…

The day itself is over. But as I look out the window or wander through my house.

I see that Christmas really is all around…

Signing off because the sugar coma really is setting in…

PS Do I sound like Hugh Grant in Love Actually??

 

 

Everything is ok

Job searching is gruelling, it comes with more disappointment and set backs that I thought was possible.

I looked back today on my study results and grades through-out my course and realised that I’ve done really well. I’m still doing really well.

It’s now getting closer to the Christmas period and I think that all I have to do is focus on enjoying that time. A time where family come together to celebrate love, giving and hope.

I have a lot in my life and a lot to give. If I sit here and accept that I will get there, then I will. There will come a day where I have my own classroom with my own students and can teach. It just might take more time that I originally planned.

Which is ok. I don’t want to mope away the summer in stress and fear of not having a teaching job. I’m a young woman about to turn 24, there are still so many years ahead of me to figure things out.

Besides I’ve always had a theory that all anyone is doing is figuring things out… whether your my age or in your 30s, 40s, 50s whichever things might not always be clear… or never clear. I will live the life that I’m living and even though it’s not always easy to stay positive at the end of the day

Everything is ok. It’s all good, I just need to take one step at a time! 🙂

To anyone else who is this situation don’t lose heart, use the set backs to become more determined – because I know that, that is what I’m doing!

Signing off – good night. Don’t let the bed bugs bite, if they do use dynamite.

I can go the distance!

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I’m inspired by Disney as though I’m still a little girl – but this song although I’m not aspiring to be a hero I feel is very reminiscent of what I am trying to achieve. I think that if I didn’t do everything in my power to achieve my life goals then I wouldn’t have the same satisfaction as I did once I got there.

If finding a job takes more than 70 job applications with most of them being rejected before I find the school that’s right for me then, then so be it.

I want this more than anything at this stage of my life and I will do what it takes to get there.

If it means singing a long to songs such as “I can go the distance” featured in the Disney film “Hercules” in order to help in boosting my confidence than so be it. I have to hold on to the belief that I will get there in the end.

Like anything I’ve so far achieved, it takes what it takes to get there and I just have to do what that is!

In the meantime – got anymore Disney songs I can sing to reflect how I’m feeling??

Signing of for more singing! 🙂

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I’m no longer who I was anymore

I have just read my first post of the year. I’m no longer that person anymore. I cannot believe that in the space of nine months that I have changed as much as I have.

I have learnt so much about who I am in such a short space of time. I can honestly say that I now accept who I am, all that I am and who I will be. Acceptance of myself has given me the freedom to be who I am and just for me.

Today was one of those typical Melbourne days. This morning I left my house and it was cold, arrived to where I was heading and it was muggie, by mid-morning it was stormy, by the afternoon it was steamy and by the time I got home again it was windy and cold. Typical! Typical is all I can say.

The point of me telling you about the weather is that with this ever-changing day I started wearing my jeans as one would normally and decided to roll them up because they had gotten wet and were uncomfortable. I couldn’t be bothered to unroll them back to how they were ‘meant’ to look so I didn’t and on my way home it struck me that I didn’t care. I didn’t care because I actually felt comfortable not just in my rolled up jeans but in my own skin.

Through job-searching and many rejections I’ve realised that none of it actually matters.

We all get there eventually. I want what I want in my life and because I know who I am, my determination and persistence – I know that I will get there.

My Mum told me today that she was proud of me. That’s all a daughter wants, is to make their parents proud and as I see my mother as a person that took on both parental roles; I feel like I’ve done my job. While even though these words are making me cry. It’s not because I’m sad, it’s because I’m happy.

Today was such a great day! I got to spend it with someone who I care about, I very much enjoy her company and felt very much appreciated for me and what I do for people. I arrive home and find a parcel for me. First thought is: uh-oh… I don’t remember ordering something from *insert name of company here* what have I done? I open the parcel. It’s from Pigeon Hole, NT – a 2013 calender of photos of the kids I taught – how wonderful! I end the day with a catch up with Mum and the viewing of “Brave”… I’m exhausted. But I feel great!!

Things will work out in the end. 🙂 The best thing is realising that I know I can do it.

I sit here today as a woman about to experience my next chapter. As I knew but didn’t quite believe back in 2007. Life is beautiful.

Signing off to grab a glass of water and get ready for bed!

Attracting attention!

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I remember as a child being excited about going to see the Christmas lights.

I never would have have thought I would grow up to find a street being lined with Christmas wool. The crowds have been flocking to a nature strip to take photos of trees covered in wool. It’s a strange concept but I believe it works. I think in this day in age with people being swayed into looking after the environment wool could be a way forward… Maybe?

I’m not actually sure if this could actually take off. But so far I think for this leafy street, it’s doing the right job. In a snow-covered street it may not have quite the same effect. But that’s what I like about being a warm climate for christmas. We’re different to most everyone else. We still eat big meals, exchange gifts and spend time with family. But we get to do it in the heat, under the sun and at the beach if we so desire.

An Aussie Christmas is not what you hear about in traditional carols or stories and most people from other parts of the world don’t quite understand it but I think that’s why I love it. I’ve experienced a Christmas in winter and I have to say it wasn’t quite the same. It was more like being in a story-book or fairytale land which on one hand was great and to have to experience just once was pretty cool. But I much prefer Australia. I’m usually hanging at the beach just chilling and I love that! 

I can’t believe it’s nearly that time of the year again! I’ve had such a whirl-wind of a year but I’m really grateful to soon be starting the new adventures that I’m sure 2013 will bring!

To Christmas wool – will it be the new ‘thing’ for Christmas? It sure is attracting attention!

Signing off – happy end of the year!

 

It’s not the healthy option

If you have a choice to be on a gluten free diet and you’re considering it because you think it’s healthier… think again. I have Coeliac Disease which has meant that my doctor “prescribed” a life-long gluten-free diet. I don’t have a choice. I have to stay away from foods containing wheat, rye, barely and oats. I’m not doing this because I’m a picky eater, because I want to lose weight or because it’s a trendy thing to do.

I’m doing this because I want to look after my body. I want to be able to someday have babies, do as much as I can to prevent myself from getting cancer and try and not get any other disease or illness. If I eat gluten it’s not as though it’s an intolerance, I get sick, recover and then continue my life as it was. I’m actually damaging my body.

from coliac.org.au

In people with coeliac disease the immune system reacts abnormally to gluten (a protein found in wheat, rye, barley and oats), causing small bowel damage. The tiny, finger-like projections which line the bowel (villi) become inflamed and flattened. This is referred to as villous atrophy. The surface area of the bowel available for nutrient absorption is markedly reduced which can lead to various gastrointestinal and malabsorptive symptoms.

A number of serious health consequences can result if the condition is not diagnosed and treated properly.

See people! Do you understand now?

I’m sorry to be on this rant. But I saw that someone had put a gluten-free flour converter onto their pinterest on a board that was titled “Health food” and it got me fuming. I then started to think…

Why does the super-market put the gluten-free options in the health-food section?

That to me is sending completely the wrong message. Isn’t it?

I mean to eat gluten-free food is benefiting the health of me and others like me but if I don’t believe it’s necessarily a healthy option then why is it in the health food aisle? I mean there are gluten-free chips, biscuits, bars covered in chocolate etc. Which means that they’re putting the not necessarily healthy option in the health-food aisle…

I believe that just doesn’t make any sense.  But then again a lot of these things before becoming more mainstream were in health food stores.

I just sometimes wish I wasn’t walking through the super-market so confused and like I said a thousand times before that more people have a better understanding of people who have these type of conditions. Or at least if they didn’t stop pretending that they knew what they were talking about.

Don’t make the same mistakes I have, Asian food just because most of their dishes are served with rice is most certainly not gluten free. Oh and by the way – don’t ask me if I have vegemite because I can’t eat it!

On a lighter note – a friend and I are going to a 100% Gluten Free Cafe tomorrow for lunch.

I’m excited because I get to order anything off the menu!

Signing off because I’m dead tired! Cheerio 🙂

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