Work? Optional!

If money were out of the equation, would you still work? If yes, why, and how much? If not, what would you do with your free time?

First of all, HALLELUJAH for me finally getting back on a computer after a week with just my phone (hence my short/non-existent posts lately). This feeling is not at all consistent with the fact that I wish I was still in New Mexico with my awesome family and dry weather there, but alas. My hometown even welcomed me with open cloud-arms today as rain poured constantly. “Let me smother you with my love,” it’s saying. “I know you missed this obscenely thick humidity; don’t deny it.”

Anyway.

Why is this question being posed to a community of writers? I do not understand.

Alright, so there are the occasional doctors, bankers, and lawyers who have blogs, but I feel like so many bloggers write because that’s what they do with the rest of their lives too.  Continue reading

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Second Opinion

What are some (or one) of the things about which you usually don’t trust your own judgment, and need someone’s else’s confirmation?

I could easily (and sadly) answer this question in one word: everything. I second-guess myself with almost everything I do. When it comes to learning how to do things, I’m one of those people who needs hands-on experience first before letting me go off on my own. Though I like to think I’m an independent individual, without friends and family I’d be totally screwed.

I know I just talked about my job in the last post, but it’s still relevant, so bear with me. Starting out, I always thought that teaching swimming lessons at the YMCA was surprisingly easy, though I had only been teaching alongside more experienced instructors. That all changed the day I taught my first solo lesson, though. It was one of the trickier classes — pikes. These kids are mostly three-year-olds who will barely speak to you, let alone swim.  Continue reading

On Bees and Efs

Do you — or did you ever — have a Best Friend? Do you believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most?

9:00. Time to teach. I checked the clock one last time to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me, sighed, and headed to the pool deck. Everything was unusually warm that day, but that was just overcompensation for the past week. It was so cold, some kids simply gave up and got out just to wrap themselves in their towels. I had no such luxury.

Warm water meant chatty kids. Two four-year-old girls held hands sitting on the deck, waiting to get in. From their constant giggling I could tell they were good friends, probably from school. Now, this can be a good or bad thing. I had a kid once who wouldn’t let go of his friend’s hand, which is never helpful when you’re trying to teach someone how to not drown. Then again, there was also that little girl who helped convince her friend that it was alright; the water wasn’t that bad. I only heard that friend cry for twenty minutes that day. The improvement was tremendous.  Continue reading

Adult Visions

As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?

I fall under the “becoming an adult” category, so I feel infinitely less qualified to answer this question compared to most of the adult population. Regardless, my life has turned out to be quite an interesting manifestation of my childhood hopes and dreams.

Things have a way of working out in my life, albeit long after I stop caring about it. When I was in kindergarten, I liked a boy in my class. He was a little shy, but very sweet. After a while, though, we continued just being friends, and that was the end of that… until my senior year in high school when I went to prom with him. My kindergarten self definitely did not see that one coming.  Continue reading