Cee has some of the greatest challenges on her blog. I have loved doing them. This is my post for her Share Your World- Week 15.
For me, blogging happens in three places: my notebook, my laptop and my ipad. Often, if I am working on writing pieces, I will start out with a pen and paper, playing with the words and ideas before solidifying and focusing them on the computer, either in Word or a post. If I am working with photos, I will sometimes edit them briefly on my computer before sending them to my ipad to play with them a bit more, then send them back to my computer for posting. I love these processes and how each medium channels a different vein of thought and offers me different avenues for creating.
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
As a kid I was dead set on being a teacher. I thought that spending all day with kids, teaching them to read, write and be creative would be the most amazing job on the planet. But, as time passed my interests shifted and I fell in love with writing. By the time I graduated from high school the teacher dream had changed and at university I studied journalism and international studies. My path, however, has led me to teaching, at least for the time being. I do love working with kids and I adore their energy. I do have to say though that as much as I love my students, I am glad that in the future my career will lead me away from school systems. The expectations from parents are impossible sometimes and the students can be…challenging.
Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?
I grew up in a small town of 30,000, including the 12,000 university students living there nine months of the year. While most of my age-mates hated living in such a small town with no mall, no giant movie theaters and limited indoor activities that didn’t involve drinking, I loved it. There is comfort in knowing exactly where everything is located, in being recognized by the grocery store clerks and called by first name, in running into a familiar face in any public place. I loved the sense of community among the long-term inhabitant and the web of connections between people.
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
Hmmm…this is a hard question. I think I’d either be 17 or late 20s. Age 17 is when I first felt confident in myself and rejoiced in the freedom and comfort that brought me. I have that same feeling now, as I enter my first years of full-blown (aka non-student) adulthood. I say late 20s because I’ve outgrown my (short-lived) love of partying like many of my age-mates and I no longer have to live on a shoe-string. In many respects I am fairly settled and looking forward at next steps: a career, marriage, a family.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Last week I was grateful for a rough, tense day. Such days are rarely fun and really not all the enjoyable, but they allow me to truly appreciate the fantastic days and moments of pure joy. Following that grey, blah day was one of perfection, which I enjoyed all the more.
This coming week I am looking forward to a great weekend with my significant other. We are hoping to visit a nearby temple, provided we survive the vomit-inducing bus ride.