This is not a carbon copy of Vicki’s post but what the words of her favourite song, Anyway, by Martina McBride have encouraged me enormously.
Those you that follow my ramblings may have picked up that discouraged and sad tone that I try so hard for my blog NOT to reflect.
Anyway allowed me to reflect constructively on several areas in my life:
Build Anyway
You can spend your whole life building
Something from nothin’
One storm can come and blow it all away
Build it anyway
This is about my home, my family. I moved to
New Zealand some three-bit years ago with my life. Wanting to build a better life for ourselves. We came for a year and realised this was a place we felt we belonged. We have a family here now, my son is charging towards 2 as I type. We bought a house, 100 years old, the roof is likely to leak anyday now, the floor is crooked and the walls are rotting away in places. But we saw the potential, the potential of a home, of a life, and we continue to build that home. Tragedy or misadventure my force us to abandon this home and return to England, but we build anyway. What will you build anyway?
Dream Anyway
You can chase a dream
That seems so out of reach
And you know it might not ever come your way
Dream it anyway
To say I chase a dream would be a fib. Thinking about these different ‘anyway’s I’ve realised that all my hopes and dreams and aspirations are complete. Maybe that’s a good thing maybe not. But I do dream of an educational system that reflects how business and the world runs today. What’s my part, my role? I’m working on that. I don’t know the answer to those two questions but I dream it anyway.What dream will you dream anyway?
Love AnywayYou can love someone with all your heart
For all the right reasons
In a moment they can choose to walk away
Love ‘em anyway
I love my wife and my son with all of my heart. God has blessed me with a wife who knows me, understands me, puts up with my ways. I am blessed and I love her. My boy is a delight to me. He looks at me with love and affection. His sense of humour is developing, and personality growing- I hope he takes after his mother! God has truly blessed me with a gorgeous family. I am so thankful. Their presence at the end of a frustrating day draws my life into focus and my work into perspective. They could be taken from me anytime. But I love ‘em anyway.
Who will you love anyway?
Sing anyway You can pour your soul out singing
A song you believe in
That tomorrow they’ll forget you ever sang
Sing it anyway
Yea - sing it anyway Vicki’s passion echoes my own:
In the sharing of how I teach and how I am learning to teach. Of the bumps and bruises of this new thing we’re all discovering together called Web 2. Of the frustration of the three steps up, two steps back of helping others discover it too. Of the frustration of being misunderstood with people thinking I must have “too much time on my hands” if I am blogging.Knowing that should I stop blogging tomorrow, that my name will be forgotten and my blog will begin gathering dust — because that is the way it works in the blogosphere.But I’ll sing this song anyway.The chorus of my life
God is great
But sometimes life ain’t good
And when I pray
It doesn’t always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway
I do it anywayThis world’s gone crazy
It’s hard to believe
That tomorrow will be better than today
Believe it anyway
So, when you feel down about all you’ve done. All the kids that have forgotten. All the people who’ve never said thank you. The dreams you wish you’ve done. The messes people dump in your lap. Brush off the dust, take a moment and smile.This is life. Life is good… it doesn’t always turn out like I think it should.
But I’m going to live it, bruises and all, with all I’ve got…anyway.
What will you do anyway?