I wasn’t born this way.
I wasn’t born in pain.
I wasn’t born this way.
I wasn’t born in pain.
“I want to be a better writer. Help me,” She pleaded. She wanted her words to touch someone. She wanted someone to connect with her ramblings.
The best advice she gave was no different to words of wisdom for the walk of life. “Keep writing… reading also helps with that.”
And so she must keep scribbling on the page as best she can. Keep turning the page until the ink dries and soon, they will connect…
Burdens are funny things. They strain our backs and render our strides crippled. We know we must put them down because…
And so we drop the burden if only because it has become too heavy. And we feel the relief; the new found release that allows us to straigthen our backs and fill our lungs with air. We even take a few steps away from it, lift our heads to the sun and feel the warmth on our faces for the first time in a long time- but only for a few moments before we remember that something familiar is missing – the weight….
This weightlessness is alien to us. We don’t know what to do with our new found peace of mind, our free hands. So we look over our shoulders at the burden we have let go of and we take those few steps back to what is familar -the strain of the weight….
And we pick it back up again and we continue walking with it; knees weak, backs weighed down once again, lungs only half full of air and no more sun on our faces. Indeed, burdens are funny things…
It’s that time of the year. While most people wish to extend their holidays, I look forward to heading back to work. This is the place where we can make a difference in the world. The workplace is the reason why we need a break and actually appreciate that break the most.
I tend to draw a blank when I look at a term plan. It is important, especially when teaching English, to stay current and so our ears stay on the ground for anything that will help us to teach the good old things better.
A nifty trick that has helped me this time around is looking up the themes of a set work being taught in a term and then using those themes to find apppropriate poetry and visual literacy material.
In a nutshell; Google remains king! I hope you all had a good first week back at work after the holidays and to the teachers; go out there and be better! Happy weekend!
I really threw in the towel – I mean tossed it across the room threw it – then a couple of things happened.
Alex works out like a boss! Like all the the time and she looks all kinds of ripped and cut! To be fair, she is a personal trainer who does this all day every day. For the rest of us who don’t have the time, a body like hers is only in our dreams! But Alex makes it accessible. She’s always like, ” All you need to do is keep you portions small and train for 45 minutes at a consistant 3 -5 times a week” ( I’ve mixed some of this with what the Elephant preaches- he says I need more work!). You should really check her out on instagram though, I love the narratives she gives all her pictures. She makes me wanna get my gym gear on and get my butt to working out! Thanks Alex!
Sidebar- This is punny! – speaking of instagram, my account is private because I’m a teacher ( an explanation for another blog, I think) and the only requests for followers I ever receive are from people who have just hopped onto the bandwagon ooor new friends I’ve made ( yes, I still make new friends!) But the past few days I have been getting requests from fitness pages with inspirational quotes about working out.
So here I am, 800 kilometres away from all my gym wear and I’m amped to get back into gear. I’ve borrowed my sister’s running shoes, pants and sports bra ( I am still not convinced that we are the same cup size! I want a third opinion!) And I have my Nike training app. It is on in the morning!
Unfortunately, they don’t tell you that when you go to bed with a plan in your head, sleep doesn’t come easily….
The Lick is the one thing that is not getting better. My warm up pattern is more comfortable and so are my scales but the lick is refusing!
The more it refuses the less I practise it. The less I practise it the more it refuses. What a vicious cycle…
I hate monotomy. But it begins tomorrow. The red abyss will dictate my every move for the next 3 weeks. Mr Elephant used to help with that. He used to break the sameness… now he’s gone…
But I must keep licking and ticking, because life goes on and does not wait for you to pick yourself up…
I better get some sleep… 2 exams are dropping in my lap in the morning…