I’m one of those people who finds chaos oddly comforting. Planning is cool, but spontaneous dance breaks and impulsively deciding to try a new hobby I’ll forget about next week? Even cooler.
If life came with a GPS, mine would constantly be saying things like, “Recalculating route… again.” I’m not exactly the poster child for a five-year plan, but I’ve got something even better: a weirdly wonderful mix of dreams, humor, and a need to make people smile—even if it’s just with a bad pun.
Honestly, ambition keeps me going even when my brain is 80% caffeine and 20% random song lyrics. I’ve always had this little spark in my chest that whispers, “There’s more you can do, babe.” Sometimes it yells. Especially when I’m lying in bed thinking I’m done for the day. Ambition’s rude like that—but I love her.
But here’s the thing: if it’s not fun, I’m not interested. I’m one of those people who finds chaos oddly comforting. Planning is cool, but spontaneous dance breaks and impulsively deciding to try a new hobby I’ll forget about next week? Even cooler. I’ve found that when I stop taking everything so seriously, things fall into place a lot more easily. Or at least I fall more gracefully into the mess.
And let me tell you, laughter isn’t just a bonus—it’s the main character. Making jokes is basically my cardio (that and speed-walking to the coffee machine). If I can make someone snort-laugh during a boring meeting or lighten a heavy mood with an inappropriate but well-timed pun, my day is made. I genuinely believe making people laugh is one of the best things I can do in this life—right after not killing my houseplants.
Speaking of people who make everything worth it, my students are my secret sauce. They don’t always laugh at my jokes (rude), but when I see one of them smile after a tough lesson or catch a little spark of confidence in their eyes, it’s magic. I’ll quote Taylor Swift, explain a grammar rule with a cookie metaphor, or wear the most unhinged outfit just to break the ice. I want their school day to be something they remember fondly—and maybe even something that inspires them.
Still, let’s be real: it’s not all sunshine and croissants. There are rainy days. Weeks, even. But I’ve come to love the phrase “no rain, no flowers.” It reminds me that every tough moment—every failed plan, awkward conversation, or total meltdown in the bathroom (we’ve all been there)—is just watering the garden. I’m still blooming. Maybe not in a straight line. Maybe more like a tangled vine. But blooming, nonetheless.
So no, I don’t have a detailed life roadmap. But I’ve got ambition, a deep love for fun, a sense of humor sharp enough to cut through any bad day, students who keep me grounded and inspired, and a firm belief that rainy seasons grow the best wildflowers.
And if all else fails, there’s always coffee. And a good dress.
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