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Yesterday I climbed a rocky tower at a hidden beach. One of those gigantic rocks that everyone in the town knows exists, but nobody eludes to where it actually is, because telling of its whereabouts could spoil its exclusivity. I’d spoken about this rock with friend’s siblings. Guys I have dated had asked me if I’d known about it. It’s that kind of rock.

My cousins dared me to climb. It was high. I’m scared of heights. But I love a challenge.

As I began to clamber up the vertical wall, loose sand spilled from under my bare feet. My fingers panicked and searched for rocks that jutted out, that would give me strong leverage. Reaching the top seemed impossible, but I could feel the smoothed, worn limestone where others had climbed before me. Other people had done it, so why shouldn’t I at least try? Even friggin’ kids were up there, it had to be possible.

I made the mistake of looking down while halfway up and realised that I had the choice to keep going or fall down. Vertigo shot through my body in a wild rush as I imagined tumbling down the rock face and I knew that like with so many things, it was easier to push on.

Eventually, crawling on all fours and clinging to the ledge at the top, I made it. A man I didn’t know, who had been climbing behind me gasped, “It’s like God made this rock just for us”.

As I tiptoed along the edge and stared at the azure water and people were   expectantly watching below, I couldn’t help but make a cheesy comparison to reaching a certain point in life and beginning a new year. Sometimes it’s easier to keep going when you feel like giving up or the dream seems too big. Maybe you keep going because it’s easier than going back. Perhaps it’s because you can’t let down those who are watching you climb. But you reach a stage when it’s a matter of self preservation. When it’s better to jump than be pushed. Jumping is scary, but standing on the edge waiting is worse.

So I hope you jump in to 2010, ready for whatever you may land on. (Just remember, it’s all about ‘The Climb’…cue Miley…)

Happy 2010 kiddies!

So, for my birthday I did get so many amazing things. I didn’t wake up next to George Clooney or get to ride on the Tay Tay tour bus or anything, but it was amazing all the same.

It did feature: Mangos, a Hannah Montana birthday card from my parents, honey joys and cupcakes that looked like Va jay jays. (They weren’t supposed to, they were meant to be beautiful and artistic rose petals. But my dirty minded friends played the Va jay jay card and now I can’t get that thought out of my head. Poor cupcakes.)

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I was also reminded, once again, how lucky I am to know the best people in the world. They were all there to celebrate with me. I really don’t know how I will cope without them next year… only they would think to buy me Taylor Swift tickets for my birthday, turn a cold night outside with blankets into a ‘Not Without My Daughter’ style charade and forgive me when I spilled their plate of Fairy Bread on the decking floor.

On another note..THANK YOU to the gorgeous Pia for the Superior Scribbler Award!

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To set the scene, I just returned from 3 days of a muddy, chilly but fabulous School Camp experience.

You know those moments.

The ones when you are so sick of answering the same questions from kids that you wish you had a tape player implanted in your forehead. When you are tired because your slumber has been interrupted by ten year olds, who are so wired to be on camp they are using the dorm corridor as an athletics track at 4am.

The ones when you are questioning the absurdity of your job with your colleagues as you attempt to judge eleven year olds searching for their talent (and singing five different versions of that Hannah Montana ‘Pop It, Lock It, Polka Dot It’ song while doing it…)

The ones when you’re crammed in a bus supervising fifty Grade 5/6 children while watching a good number of them heave their guts up on the windy 3 hour drive home…

But then you witness a Grade 6 girl (who you had previously dismissed as having major attitude) lovingly wrap her coat around the shoulders of a shivering, sick classmate who she’s not even sure she likes.

And you feel all tingly inside and see that it was all worth it.

Ok, so it’s Sunday night. And we all know that on Sundays people rest (I do believe that is the original intention of Sundayness), are spontaneous and also get meloncholy and bored. Today I have fallen head first into two of those categories (spontaneous & bored) and decided to jump on the blog bandwagon.

I thought that perhaps a blog would be a good idea, mainly because it seems more entertaining than writing school reports, I am so stereotypically Gen Y in my whole Lily Allen/Miley Cyrus/Taylor Swift approach to life and I spend so much time on facebook chat that people are beginning to talk …

Plus, maybe one of my other fellow fabulous bloggers will appreciate my terrible Dad-style jokes and pointless stories as much as my Prep kids do…

xx

Why was the penguin standing on the marshmallow?

So he wouldn’t fall into the hot chocolate

(You can’t say I didn’t warn you…)

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