I think that sometimes since I live on the other side of the world, I don’t really realize that my parents are still getting older. I don’t see them every day and see them growing older. It doesn’t happen right before my eyes.
I know that every girl says that her father is her hero. The multitude of hero songs and poems that we see during Father’s Day every year get a bit cliche`. I have always looked up to my father and he really is my hero if I had to have one in this life. There has never been a time where he said that he was going to do something and then didn’t do it. I can always count on him and depend on him and there has never been a person ever that I could say the same about with such a strong passion.
My dad is the reason I played softball for so long and has such a strong love for the sport. He was at every game I’ve ever had besides one where my little sister was in the hospital and he apologized for missing my game and sent my grandmother in his place so someone was there to watch me and cheer me on. He was there to pick me up when I was down, and knew when to rally me, when to squelch my ego, and exactly when not to say anything at all.
My dad also encouraged my arts. He took me to acting classes and voice lessons when my mom wasn’t available. He told me I was amazing. He never told me to stop singing even when the notes I was hitting weren’t that pleasant when I was practicing. Even when I sang the same song over and over again for months.
My father is my biggest fan. He is my biggest supporter.
He taught me how to ride a bike.
He taught me how to fly a kite.
He taught me how to play softball.
He taught me how to swim in the ocean.
He taught me how to fish.
He taught me how to drive a boat.
He taught me how to drive a car.
He taught me how to be the good, honest person that I am.
I got an email the other day asking if I wanted to renew caity.nu for another 2 years. I pondered it for a while because I haven’t blogged for quite some time but then obviously I renewed it. I just couldn’t let it go yet. Now here I am.
I have been fighting with WordPress for months and then just giving up, making excuses and not finding the time to fix it properly and get back into the swing of blogging. Despite various people’s prodding and reminding me that I have a blog I just haven’t gotten around to it. I’d like to, though.
Most of my life is generally the same. One thing is incredibly different but I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Maybe I never will. I guess in some way just by saying these few sentences I have talked about it. But life is good. Mostly I just love my job so much. I never knew that teaching could be so incredible.
One of my goals this year is to organise my life. I have started to do this in a variety of ways. One of these ways is by using a Filofax planner.
I have always been obsessed with planners. I used a paper planner all through school and college to keep myself on track. Colour coding and to-do lists have always been a part of me and I wanted to take it one step further.
I bought myself a black personal metropol planner.
Right after I purchased it, I started to panic. I realised that I was becoming obsessed. Browsing filofax blogs. Pinning multitudes of filofax pins to my newly created filofax boards. Following filofax instagram accounts. I was going to become one of those insane planner people who was going to have weekly themes and colour codes and categories for everything. I was slowly going to sink so much money into this little book buying washi tapes and custom pages and special pens and stickers. Is a new obsession and money-sink what I really wanted?