Nobody reads my blogs, but it doesn't matter, I write for myself. That didn't sound so good I know. But I do, I do write for myself, for my psychological well being. But I love to teach too, I would like to be a teacher again some day. I would love to teach, as well as be good at what I am currently doing. I work in hospital as a nurse, this is the second year I am working in a hospital based in Victoria, Australia. My total years of work experience, 5. Not too many for a person turning 36. Not to say that I had done squat for 31 years. I have enjoyed the in-betweens of it all, and as my dad would reitarate: it's all about the end result, not the process alone. The journey carries on, I find that without writing, there does not seem to be a story, no narrative to give life to the decisions being made on a day to day basis. Life becomes less romanticized by toil and routine, when in fact, life is the most intricate drama that unfolds day in and day out and emotion and ...
of commitment tougher than marital bonds, maybe fats can be broken with the same sort of commitment! I will kill you fats!!!! DIE!!! Sorry about the blogs...sometimes they are just a little too hehehe icky...