Blogging, blogging, blogging ... I find myself without new photos ... without words. I am reminded that this is meant to be a journal of my journey in this thing we call life. Life I have been living ... so much, in fact, that I don't find myself sitting in front of my two computers. Perhaps one too many for a girl that lives alone ...
I've been reading a lot of news lately ... trying to increase my knowledge of things that surround me in this world. The map above tells me there is this huge existence that's really unknown. People have views and ideas and even lots of facts ... I would like to know what's really out there.
I've been working like a dog ... and by that I mean 30 hours a week. I suppose to some this sounds like nothing and to others, they would be thankful for each and every one. I find my feelings in the middle.
I see the doc on Monday ... he says I'm done after this appointment. Do my knees feel any better? Not really ...
My rugby team will be playing two games this Saturday. Depending on the size of the field, I may try and sub for the second game as the extra legs will be needed. I played around a bit last weekend ... not sure my knees feel better for it. I'm trying, desperately, to avoid a trip to the hospital for an MRI. After six weeks of physiotherapy ... it may be coming down to just that.
I have a level one class at school ... Uranus Class ... I could go on about the jokes I make ... no one really gets it ... the kids are six and seven.
I shaved my head on Tuesday ... a number three. Four times in the past two days I've heard, "Teacher Jenny, your hair is white." I told my one kid that it means I'm getting old ... he proceeded to tell me in very fast, broken English that people with white hair are too old to work ... with these big scared eyes he then asks me if they will be getting a new teacher. I wonder how old he thinks I am?
Thirty two, fast approaching thirty three ... I'm running to keep up with time. This year is going to soar ... and another year in Asia it is.
A part of me is beginning to question what comes next? There's always a next, isn't there? The options seem endless which is not good. As I glance at my map again, the big question is, 'do I stay or do I go?'
Life in Taiwan is grand. Things are rapidly developing ... although, some days not fast enough. A typhoon is in the area ... I hope it doesn't effect the games on Saturday ... not that I'll be playing much. Sad to say ... I think my short rugby life is coming to an end ...
And so it goes ... a day in the life of ...
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