Sitting in the little shack on our property, I squeaked the chalk piece across the board as I attempted to teach my little sister what I’d learned in school that day. She was such a good student, raising her hand, asking questions and listening. Probably a better student than I was actually – just too young to go to school! I knew then, at the exciting age of 6, that I was going to be a teacher. And a veterinarian. And a writer. Oh and I was also going to sing. And be a mum. I knew in my core that my dream was to teach and be a mum and do those other fun things on the side. Even though I can’t carry a tune to this day.
Pens. Stickers. Paper. Books.
Organizing. Managing. Changing. Learning.
This is who I was right from the get-go and, thankfully, I found a willing pupil in the room next to me. Knowing who I was so young should have set me up for success when I got older. In many ways it did. In others it didn’t. What I did learn is that dreams don’t always come true. And, when they do, they can tear you apart from the inside.
That there’s no such thing as fairytales but monsters do exist.
In A Monster’s Arms 