Oh man last week was a fun one. The time I took off from work went toward workouts and coaching my youngsters. But in the mix, I received a nice phone call from my professor-turned-mentor, as well as one from my coach... and both were very good for me. I mean I was pleasantly surprised because by no means do I need training wheels or pats on the back, but just building this friendship with this wise old man is doing me some good. He's been encouraging me to, against my instincts, be out and about as much as possible and it seems to have some merit to it. I went to karaoke night on Tuesday, caught an a cappella concert that one of my friends performed in on Thursday, went out for drinks with a whole new group of friends on Friday, got some volunteering hours in, coached my kids through their first rugby game Saturday morning followed by tailgates and parties throughout the night, and capped it all off with a solitary Sunday talking to my mentor over margaritas and Torchy's Tacos. I realize that's a massive, heinous run-on sentence but I don't really care to take the time to break it up properly.
Between classes, errands, outings and gym time... I had to either pass up on free time or food/sleep. And anybody who knows me, knows exactly the option I decided to take. The wonderful thing, though, was that none of it was problematic. I just... wasn't as hungry that week. Or maybe made myself too busy to feel it. But it didn't mess with my moods and I was quite happy. I met a whole lot of wonderful people and got to peep into a world I'd only bumped into before.
My mother has been calling to check in on me, which has been really nice. I'm bummed that my little brother cannot make it for the South Korea trip we're taking over Thanksgiving, but I understand it. I may even have to follow suit despite feeling a strong inclination to skip town for a bit. I'm not running away from anything, it feels more like running TO something. Because who knows, what if I'm down on my luck and decide that a two-year contract teaching English and coaching rugby in Korea is the move for me? Then I mean, assuming ol' Kim Jong decides to take a chill pill for a minute I'll be good to go. I also have been offered a bed to sleep in and a club to play for in Spain... The guy really wants me to make the trip out there and stay with him for a while. But I've learned time and time again not to count my chickens before they hatch- these days I just get excited about them as goals to strive for. Anyway, back to my little brother, he was a big incentive for me so who knows.
I may also hit up former coach Baker about my chances at international play. If anyone will have a good idea of where I'm at skill-wise, it will be her.
I haven't yet decided if I'm going back to work this week, but I will be back to rugby, my one true mistress these days. I'm hoping that when I meet up with my friend over some coffee here in about 30 minutes I'll have a sec to ask for his two cents.
This morning after Tap and Environment and Society, I was informed about a modeling opportunity with the art department. It won't be the most consistent money, but it's a chance for me to maybe make a buck or two. Standing around in my undies for an hour or two and letting students use my physical features as reference points for their various sculptures doesn't sound like a bad gig. I laughed to myself a little when I met the professor I'd be working with- he looks like Edna Mode from The Incredibles. But he seems much nicer in comparison, so I think it could work.
I've had a pretty wacky, crazy, sleepless, evocative week.
But oh man has the sun shined brighter and winds whistled sweeter these days.
Life is good
God is great
And I'm alright, alright, alright
Between classes, errands, outings and gym time... I had to either pass up on free time or food/sleep. And anybody who knows me, knows exactly the option I decided to take. The wonderful thing, though, was that none of it was problematic. I just... wasn't as hungry that week. Or maybe made myself too busy to feel it. But it didn't mess with my moods and I was quite happy. I met a whole lot of wonderful people and got to peep into a world I'd only bumped into before.
My mother has been calling to check in on me, which has been really nice. I'm bummed that my little brother cannot make it for the South Korea trip we're taking over Thanksgiving, but I understand it. I may even have to follow suit despite feeling a strong inclination to skip town for a bit. I'm not running away from anything, it feels more like running TO something. Because who knows, what if I'm down on my luck and decide that a two-year contract teaching English and coaching rugby in Korea is the move for me? Then I mean, assuming ol' Kim Jong decides to take a chill pill for a minute I'll be good to go. I also have been offered a bed to sleep in and a club to play for in Spain... The guy really wants me to make the trip out there and stay with him for a while. But I've learned time and time again not to count my chickens before they hatch- these days I just get excited about them as goals to strive for. Anyway, back to my little brother, he was a big incentive for me so who knows.
I may also hit up former coach Baker about my chances at international play. If anyone will have a good idea of where I'm at skill-wise, it will be her.
I haven't yet decided if I'm going back to work this week, but I will be back to rugby, my one true mistress these days. I'm hoping that when I meet up with my friend over some coffee here in about 30 minutes I'll have a sec to ask for his two cents.
This morning after Tap and Environment and Society, I was informed about a modeling opportunity with the art department. It won't be the most consistent money, but it's a chance for me to maybe make a buck or two. Standing around in my undies for an hour or two and letting students use my physical features as reference points for their various sculptures doesn't sound like a bad gig. I laughed to myself a little when I met the professor I'd be working with- he looks like Edna Mode from The Incredibles. But he seems much nicer in comparison, so I think it could work.
I've had a pretty wacky, crazy, sleepless, evocative week.
But oh man has the sun shined brighter and winds whistled sweeter these days.
Life is good
God is great
And I'm alright, alright, alright
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