And I can’t complain…

And the moments pass over me. The moments consume me. The mandolin strums and cycles. It’s an endless cycle of repeating melodies and harmonies. The tricky whizzing of runs and loops. And maybe somewhere hiding was an element of surprise and wonder. A change from what we thought was right. And now an intricate looping of patterns and puzzles. As if I had left the straight lines in the book. Not written and composed the previous way. As if it had never existed. The great poems and lyrics all taken. no original thought or melody to own. So… there it was… my melody and the harmony. it was all there. And it was all me. Only I had left the accompaniment at home. And that was the real reason the page tore. That was the reason that the boat sank. If she can’t complain, then I guess I won’t bother.

Another day…another won…

Well. I am amidst the center of change once again. I have completed the CDI course training. Yahoo, Whoopity for me. A week of hell, boredom, and lots of studying. I haven’t studied or prepped for that much work in a long time. It is indeed finished. And I might add, I am glad I didn’t have to take that grammar test twice, thank God. 

I did an observation today at school. I am in fact now looking forward to this change in schools. i do indeed think, after going through it all that this will be a much needed change. Although I would have preferred a much smoother change, I guess nothing is easy. Nothing. There is a tighter schedule, and a longer class set ahead, but indeed the light is nearer. A set of kids worth pursuing, a set of educated students, and a supporting faculty that is there to help and inspiring a great learning environment.

Of course, like anything else, things are not always what they seem. It is indeed another job, a business, not a public school, and there are parents to please. The are logistics to be met, and check list to keep, but the previous knowledge seems to somehow comfort me in this new beginning. I suppose we will see tomorrow. Until then, good night.

Into the Wild

All things being equal, we all have our own bus. We all have our own bear to triumph.

I begin to wonder about life and the wild that I face, and wonder if it’s any better. It reminds me of a time when men were men. The wilderness ensues our being, our life, and everything we have. We are left facing the reflection of who we were, and who we are, and who we are going to be. But when I think about who I am, I rather think of who I was meant to be. This is what most often keeps us up in our proverbial nights, or at least one would think so.

I also think back to a time when life was much more simple, goals were surely easier defined. If you were to make a list of those things, surely, you would end your list short of the modern design. As our bodies, we need water, food, and God. We were designed for a companion. Our original design surely way different than this.

We have overloaded ourselves with trappings. We have overloaded ourselves with too many things. And I would like to say that I myself could rid my life of extraneous and overly extravagant things..but I am in fact married to those things like everyone else. And “The Wild” proves to be not much less wild than the things I myself am weighed down by, just a little differently.

I myself, am Into the Wild. 

oh life…

As we enter into a new month I am caught between a slow moving week, and a fast moving month. The days being counted down are looking more and more appealing, and less and less stressful. As I say that I would like to think that the big decisions have all been made, but then I realize, in most ways, they have just begun. 

Life takes it’s crazy twist and turns, highs and lows. This day continues another set of days marching towards an endless road.

Over the past couple of weeks I learned to drive stick shift. I know that to those of you who have been doing this for a while this seems like a silly and not so stressful task, but please bare with me. If you have driven in Chicago… on a BAD day, or driven New York perhaps, or any major city with way too many people. THAT is what driving in Korea is like. There are too many people vying for the same space at the same time. And to make recent matters worse, there are mountains and hills everywhere. UH… are you kidding me. I know that I would make my friends proud in this display of masculinity and patience. I am getting used to it…but those darn hills take their toll.

Getting read to end my current job, and begin the new one is exciting, and honestly a little bit of a pain. Moving is pretty much the worst thing ever. And I have done it too many times in the last couple of months. Lets get settled, and stop moving. Hahaha.

Wedding pictures HAVE indeed been picked for the photo album. It is honestly weird to pick photo’s for something that hasn’t happened yet, but, it’s also a pretty cool experience. Besides, we are already married, so a bit of the stress i kind of feel like is taken off of us. I look forward to the wedding, but know there is still sooo much work to be done.

Ok, that’s all I have the strength for, tiny human beings call soon…later!