Sitting on a comfy chair reminiscing...
One term done and it has been a great one. I feel as though I have had some truly hilarious and memorable experiences socially, at work and in the classroom. Thinking back even further, I can hardly believe that I have been working up her going on 4 years... My days of university in Ottawa are long since finished and THIS is now the new life I lead. I don't really feel much different than I did in university. I mean, nothing about me has really changed since then. I still am very involved and committed to everything that I do- back then it was the youth and junior high groups at church, now it is my class and the whole school. I am still single and childless- nothing to explain there, as Andrea (friend from Ottawa) ask everytime we talk, "has your hot mountain man future husband canoed into town yet?" No prospects yet even in that department. And well, my perspectives on life, faith, money, politics and work have not changed either.
I guess I have been challenged to think about this a bit having just come home from Mark's place where I helped Nancy make a little birthday supper for Mark who turns 36 tomorrow. And again, I was thinking about some of my buddies up here Nancy (who turns 30 in March) and April (who just turned 31 a couple months back). I mean comparatively, they are both at very different stages of life- Nancy with family, April with Trevor... and there is not many years separating us... I mean I am 27... on the downside of the 20's... 27 seems so far past 23, which still sounds young and vibrant... Now, don't get me wrong (I can imagine the groans and chuckles happening across Nova Scotia from my more senior blog readers...) but I'm just realising now that I am no longer the super young, active, "I've got lots of time to figure those things out" person that I was a few short years ago...
There's a song by John Mayer that talks about a "quarter-life crisis" hits around 25... maybe this is it... but where do I go from here... who knows? I am tired of living vicariously through my younger friends... but how to start this new leaf??
More concretely, had a great weekend. Friday night, games were fun. They flew together at the last minute and we had some great conversations to fill out the evening. Saturday morning woke up at daybreak... well, 7:30 or so, and did a few chores before chatting with April. She had been up (as she commented in my last blog) for quite a while, okay, she actually saw the sunrise I think... unlike me... Then after helping Trevor with picking up the cargo at the airport she dropped in for a few minutes to chat and enjoy the sun in my front porch. We planned to eat poutine and cheeseburgers (mmmm...) for supper otherwise nullifying any walking we had done this week, and then just see if anyone was up for anything. The consensus from most people was that no one had much energy but at about 9 or 10 it seemed like everyone got a second wind. Quite a few people dropped down to April's place and we staged a "Last Minute Birthday Festivus" for Mark. We even had some dancing, which surprised everyone since we had all been so exhausted earlier... Called it quits at 3:30'ish but it was a fully fun filled soiree...
This morning I slept in until noon waking to the warm, bright sun breaking through the blind of my window. It was almost like a late August day, not like the end of October. I straightened up a bit, watched only 2 episodes of LOST (which were SOOOO excellent) and at about 4 played some badminton at the school with my badminton arch nemesis, "Taylor", unfortunately, there were many people there today so we didn't get a chance to do a real, best of three tournament. We played one game. She won, but I was just getting used to the different racket so it TOTALLY doesn't count... As we played we were trying to come up with the excuse list for why neither of us were playing up to par... I think her best excuse was a potentially sprained groin?! She might have been telling the truth, we had her doing the splits last night on the dance floor so you never know! Hahaha!
Now it is 10:30 and I am happily thinking of bed and tomorrow's PED day... Yippee no students, so an easy start to the week. Hope to hear from all of you who read! Have a great week!
I guess I have been challenged to think about this a bit having just come home from Mark's place where I helped Nancy make a little birthday supper for Mark who turns 36 tomorrow. And again, I was thinking about some of my buddies up here Nancy (who turns 30 in March) and April (who just turned 31 a couple months back). I mean comparatively, they are both at very different stages of life- Nancy with family, April with Trevor... and there is not many years separating us... I mean I am 27... on the downside of the 20's... 27 seems so far past 23, which still sounds young and vibrant... Now, don't get me wrong (I can imagine the groans and chuckles happening across Nova Scotia from my more senior blog readers...) but I'm just realising now that I am no longer the super young, active, "I've got lots of time to figure those things out" person that I was a few short years ago...
There's a song by John Mayer that talks about a "quarter-life crisis" hits around 25... maybe this is it... but where do I go from here... who knows? I am tired of living vicariously through my younger friends... but how to start this new leaf??
More concretely, had a great weekend. Friday night, games were fun. They flew together at the last minute and we had some great conversations to fill out the evening. Saturday morning woke up at daybreak... well, 7:30 or so, and did a few chores before chatting with April. She had been up (as she commented in my last blog) for quite a while, okay, she actually saw the sunrise I think... unlike me... Then after helping Trevor with picking up the cargo at the airport she dropped in for a few minutes to chat and enjoy the sun in my front porch. We planned to eat poutine and cheeseburgers (mmmm...) for supper otherwise nullifying any walking we had done this week, and then just see if anyone was up for anything. The consensus from most people was that no one had much energy but at about 9 or 10 it seemed like everyone got a second wind. Quite a few people dropped down to April's place and we staged a "Last Minute Birthday Festivus" for Mark. We even had some dancing, which surprised everyone since we had all been so exhausted earlier... Called it quits at 3:30'ish but it was a fully fun filled soiree...
This morning I slept in until noon waking to the warm, bright sun breaking through the blind of my window. It was almost like a late August day, not like the end of October. I straightened up a bit, watched only 2 episodes of LOST (which were SOOOO excellent) and at about 4 played some badminton at the school with my badminton arch nemesis, "Taylor", unfortunately, there were many people there today so we didn't get a chance to do a real, best of three tournament. We played one game. She won, but I was just getting used to the different racket so it TOTALLY doesn't count... As we played we were trying to come up with the excuse list for why neither of us were playing up to par... I think her best excuse was a potentially sprained groin?! She might have been telling the truth, we had her doing the splits last night on the dance floor so you never know! Hahaha!
Now it is 10:30 and I am happily thinking of bed and tomorrow's PED day... Yippee no students, so an easy start to the week. Hope to hear from all of you who read! Have a great week!
4 Comments:
Sounds like a wonderful weekend. 27 the down side of 20,ohhh the good old days.
Being on the upside of 50 I'll tell yah,its wonderful.I wouldn't change where I'am in my life for anything.My children are grown and I have the pleasure of spoiling my grand children,then sending them home, hehehehe.
You have a wonderful week!!!
Know exactly where you're coming from--- I married at 25, mostly because I was 25, and though I don't regret having Mike and Chris, I think it's more important to be happy alone than miserable togetherr----- when I finally realized that, Frank came knocking at my door---- You just never know -------
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My Goodness - 27! I remember that 28 was my best year. At the age of 28, I came into my own. I finally knew who I was. I had three children and an abusive husband. Mind you, it took two more years for me to get the nerve to leave him. But, you are just at the beginning...you have the whole rest of your life ahead of you.
And you know what..you have no idea what's around the corner.
That's what makes life so interesting. You just never know what's going to happen next. Sometimes it's a good thing, and sometimes it's a bad thing..but, though there are dull times that seem to go on forever, life is not dull.
I like being where I am now - 61 (ack). Actually, I've pretty well liked every age I've been at.
Sorry for rambling on...
Take care...love, Marsha
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