Mme Bovary
female, 44 |
Head of English Department
Shepperton / England
member since 23.08.2004
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I used to think that in life there were no answers (there certainly aren't many easy ones) only questions. However, I have come to realise that sometimes the answers can be hard to find - but NOT impossible. Okay, this may sound like total waffle to you, but that is because I have found one of the answers I was looking for (and no, it's not 42!) It's about believing in yourself, and simply just loving those around you. It's not an infallible credo, there's a destructive thing called self-doubt that corrodes when it's allowed too much sway. But the important thing is to retain that innate optimism we had as children; not to let the existence of pain take away the possibility of happiness, and to TRY to live each day without regret and without fear.
I steadfastly aim to avoid that bland, blah thing called social/moral consensus, and even moreso, people who talk down to others out of some misplaced sense of moral or intellectual superiority. I think that acquisitvemess and materialism are shabby and tawdry pursuits, and I can't abide it when people label someone as socially unacceptable just because they aren't sporting the 'right' label. (What's the matter with these people? Do they actually require a label because they are too thick - or too lazy - to bother trying to read someone's soul? Surely a more beautiful and worthy pastime anyway?)
May I just say, to anyone out there who has just been made redundant, that if I had not lost my boring - but practical - job in 2001, that here, in 2009, I would not be in the teaching profession. I don't like to be cheesy, but it is true that when life gives you lemons you should aim at making as much lemonade as possible: rather than just savouring the sour taste of your initial fate. I love my job and come this September I am moving to a secondary school for children with some very diverse special educational needs. I am thrilled at this new challenge, as I chose teaching to work around my youngest child who has autism.
Tennyson wrote this, and it depicts a vision of how I want to live my life:
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
Fate - if such a thing exists - has given me twists and turns, but I would say to those out there who are still looking for something, or someone: step through the arch into the "untravelled" world, forget the destination, just enjoy the journey. |
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