I think that where I am at in my life is completely the result of not being able to make choices.
I’m a teacher.
The reason I’m a teacher?
I sat behind a guy in the final class of my bachelors degree, who told me that if I didn’t know what to do next year, I could just go across the road, fill in a bursary application form for a post graduate certificate of education and have a big change to get another year of studying completely for free.
I did that, and now I am a teacher.
Instead of reading captivating “easy read” books,
I always opt for old classics, 10 cm’s thick en typed in a font that is so small it is nearly illegible.
I don’t really know the rules of posting someone else’s word, but I assume giving them credit for it is enough. I hope.
I read a guest post by CD Reiss (Almost like Die Reis :)) today on “lets get digital” and the following words hit me as both hilarious and true. Pardon the language please.
“We all come into this business armed with something. Rich spouse, years blogging, great contacts, a sharp eye for trends – whatever it is, we all have tools we can lean on.
I came armed with so much rejection that nothing any motherfucker said was going to get me to quit.”
I guess there is hope for me after all.
“Instead of saying, “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.” – The Wall Street Journal
I grew up in the “platteland” (country side) of South Africa. My grandmother lives close by and I spend most of my weekends at her house. She is a simple woman. I remember planting beans with her, helping her in her vegetable garden, making tea on the fire in the field and fishing in the neighboring farm’s dam. She spent all her time working on the farm, looking after her sheep, cattle, geese and chickens, not to mention all her cats and dogs. She never spent much time in town, let alone gone to the city.
She turned 87 on the 30th of November, and on the Friday before her birthday my brother took her to my aunt’s house in the suburbs of Cape town to celebrate her birthday with our family. I arrived early and went with my aunt to a nearby shopping mall. We didn’t want to leave my grandmother alone at home, so we took her with us. I sat with her in a coffee shop whilst my aunt did some last minute grocery shopping. She was quiet, just looking at all the people passing our table. We sat like that for a while. Then she looked at me with a completely astonished look on her face, her eyes opened a little wider that usual and then said:
“I sometimes wonder, ‘Where did God get all of these faces?'”
To hear someone joyfully laughing, whilst being lighthearted and open enough yourself to fully appreciate it.
Sometimes in the middle of your busy life, you realise that your work load is a little less than usual. Like a friend of mine always put it: “relieve must be one of the best feelings”.
You can relax your shoulders, sit a bit less straight and breath deeply. Because you have time to.
Those moments make me realise how precious time is.