Feeling blessed with my lot.

At age 29 I am at last really trying to imprint times tables to memory. I have to pass a maths test to complete my journey of being a primary school teacher. My partner is trying to help me, he try's to make it a game and his patiently persuasion coupled with good humour is coaxing me into the language of numbers. Stu it seems loves numbers. He tells me with great passion that 5's and 12's are the best, and passionately implores me to learn the 12 times table. I guess if I'm going to teach children, I should try and develop a love of number. I wouldn't want to pass on my fear and dislike of it.

After a few hours of Maths I had lunch with two very dear friends, as it was a friends birthday. I am feeling very blessed with my lot at the moment. Its so great to have time to appreciate special people in my life again. I find the world incredible when I have time and space to be in it at my own pace. I think I am going to enjoy this process of writing, something I've always needed to do since being about 11, just to put thought down on paper, sometimes to purge myself of feelings, to dissect and understand my heart. I have reams of books, I've never been public about writing before. But I feel happy and comfortable with who I am, probably more than ever, so hey why not. I guess Blogs are the future note books. :)