I think all to often we are scared. Comfortable. Safe…
There are all kinds of people in this world. That is what makes it beautiful. Variety. I mean really how boring would it be if we were all the same? I have to say though that I feel adventure has been calling my soul again lately (when does it not?) I have started to realize how easy it becomes to get “bound to the wheel.” What I mean by this is our vision of what society wants for us. We live in a beautiful, but sometimes twisted world. American people can all to often be self seeking, self motivated, and self centered. No person is to blame when corporate America wants you to climb the ladder of success only to find you are still climbing exactly where you started years ago. Americans can live years without knowing their neighbors. In Fiji this would almost be considered a crime. I think about how how short our time is here on earth and I can’t help, but think this, my friends, is not how life should be lived.
We are given 24 hours a day. 24 beautiful hours to LIVE. Not live for the weekend, but to LIVE. Live for the moment and LIVE for the day.
We are given a mere few years (or maybe many years) if we are lucky. To experience life. Help others. Make a day, make a smile, make a friend. Not make a million. We can’t take it with us when we go. You can rest assured at the end of your life you won’t look back and wish you would have worked another day in your life.
So maybe your adventure is a new job. Maybe your adventure will take you a few miles away or perhaps thousands of miles away. Maybe your adventure will be skydiving, camping, traveling, organizing. Whatever it may be. Do it for others. Do it for you. Do it because our world needs a few more adventures and a few less “comfort zoners.” I know God never intended for the sorrow that life may sometime bring. God did however intend for us to love, love, love and to give, give, give… I plan on fully living a life for others and I challenge you to strive to do the same.
This world is far to big and this life far to short to live walking the road that is traveled. I dare you to pick the road less traveled. So I ask you my friend. Why not YOU? Why not NOW?
Yesterday, we celebrated a wonderful friend’s Bachlorette Party. It was an exciting time, but also remained a bittersweet day because we are in the process of packing up our lives into little boxes (on the hillside little boxes made of ticky tacky) as we transition out of our (WAY nicer than just a college ish) apartment that we have lived in the past two years. With two years comes a LOT of memories folks. Let me tell you from the male issues, to teaching stories, to late( or way to early nights)… I have shared some great memories with these gals. We are excited as we start to plan our future.
I am excited for what lies ahead in careers in teaching and getting married to our best friends. It is though, a rather peculiar feeling to know that I will never live with gals my age again that I am friends with. We are movin up and over to real life. I am ready to see what God has in store for us and where he will take us. I plan on never letting go of these friendships that I have made. God really blessed me and I have leaned on them through thick n thin!
Ready or not world. Look out because here we COME!!!!!
Here’s a peak into our day… Tom and I got a new camera and I am still trying to figure out how my new baby Nikon works 🙂 Bear with me!
I have come to realize this past year how little respect teachers get in this country. Teaching isn’t like ANY other career for a variety of reasons…but let me start by telling you teaching isn’t just “fun and games” or trying to decipher which academic content to teach (there are thousands of ideas to navigate through when deciding what to teach and when.) Teaching is understanding children on a personal level and to understand how children grow emotionally, physically, and academically. There is no formula for teaching and each child is unique. Please try to tell me you can run a school like a business. Please try to tell me that when you go to the grocery store or farmers market you look for bruised bananas, battered onions, or the really broken down tomatoes. No one in their right mind looks for all the rotten fruit or vegetables at the grocery store. When someone tells me that teaching is easy because I get summers off I want to laugh in their face. I don’t get to “pick” the students who come into my classroom, I can’t control what or who they go home to, and I can’t erase all the hurt or pain they have grown up with. I am expected to meet standards, target goals, and prepare them for the rest of their life. Oh, and there is 25 of them. They each have their own needs, crave and deserve love, and demand your complete attention every second they can get. Tell me that you can run a school like a business and that teaching.
Each child may learn a concept in a different way and you have to meet each of their needs. Describe, show it, dance it, tell it, act it, whisper it, write it, model it. There is no exact or correct way to teach. Let me tell you though that the best banana bread often comes from those really brown and bruised bananas…That is the beauty of teaching!
It’s been far to long since I have posted last. That’s far to many memories and days that are lost in the sands of time. It is my promise to myself that I will strive to update much more often. I also eh hem… forgot about this until a wonderful person gave me a friendly nudge in the right direction.
So here I am. In April I decided on a whim to visit an old high school friend who lives in the beautiful island of Bonaire. It is truly a slice of heaven. My temperature from island fever remains to rise as I returned to the homeland. After living in Fiji for 7 months, visiting the Bahamas, and then experiencing true Bonairian life I realized a piece of my heart lies in the islands. Now, also in Bonaire. I experienced scuba diving for the first time and felt like I had been missing out on such a beautiful part of life. It was one of those experiences of complete serenity. Seriously, I can’t even find the right words in the English dictionary to describe what scuba diving was like. I was apart of the underwater world and there is nothing like it I have ever even come close to experiencing. I was able to tour the island. I was able to each day go out on a massive sailboat and snorkel for hours on end seeing sea turtles left and right (which has been a dream of mine.) I laid out in the sun for way to many hours and just breathe fresh air. I was able to most importantly…spend time with a long lost friend who I dearly cherish.
I decided to take this trip because I thought I deserved it. After, I got back I was reminded that I deserve NOTHING in this life. Selfishness. It’s an interesting topic. I think humans are all to selfish all to often. More to come on this later..
The Bonaire trip though, couldn’t have come at a more important, and vital time. I am now head on into the application process for “real” teaching jobs. I have had interviews and just received a call back for a second interview. It is for a kindergarten position…and while I couldn’t be more excited I think I would have taken all of these job opportunities for granted if I wouldn’t have taken this trip. I came to understand how precious life is, how much I am in love with the man I am marrying, and that I deserve nothing.
I decided on this trip that although my heart and some of my passion is in traveling I now know that life wouldn’t be life without my Tom in it. I don’t want to leave him to travel the world and I don’t want to live life without him. That goes to say that I will continue to travel in the summers and I will continue to hope that we may go to South Korea to teach or join the peace corp. BUT right here…right now… this second….life is pretty amazing. Even from this itty bitty-wisconsinite corner of my world.