A Common Belief?

Once again, another day was spent people watching at work. Today - being a Sunday, I noticed all the people dressed nicely, wandering through the mall after church. It got me thinking about religion.

Jake is a New Apostolic Christian, my parents were -for awhile - regular Anglican church-goers. My older sister is an atheist, my little sister a Christian who reads the Bible, but doesn't agree with all it says.

What do I believe? I wouldn't describe myself as a Christian - I don't believe in all it's ideals, and I find it can be quite judgmental. However, I do believe in something, and I do hold some Christian ideals. I used to believe in reincarnation, but after the death of my Nana, I stopped. I don't imagine her as being reborn. I like to think of her in a better place - Heaven perhaps.

I don't think I believe in Hell. Instead, I think that if you don't deserve to go to this 'better place, you are simply dead. No afterlife for you. I believe that if overall, you live a good life - no murdering, raping, extortion, you donate to charity once in awhile etc - you will get to this 'better place.'

I don't believe that things like sex before marriage, having children out of wedlock and homosexuality will affect your chances. To me, these things are not signs of having lived a 'bad' life, just another life with different paths.

I live with the belief that if you do good things, good things will come to you, and I don't think that's a bad way to live my life.

2020: A Sixteen Secrets Odyssey

Sitting at work waiting for customers gives you plenty of time to think, and today as I sat watching the young and old, I began to think about where I see myself in ten years time.

The year will be 2020, and I will be 29 years old. By then, I will have graduated with a master's in history and a teaching diploma. Hopefully I will be teaching at a public school, and encouraging kids to fall in love with history like I did.

I would like to be married, and perhaps pregnant or looking to get pregnant with my first of two children. Ideally, my husband will earn enough for me to be a stay at home mother, or perhaps only working one or two days. My mother does not work, and hasn't since she had my sister. I value the time she gave us, and would love to be able to do the same for my children.

I will have travelled, and perhaps lived overseas for a year - most probably somewhere in Britain.

Most importantly, I want to be happy with where I am at life. I don't want to be the woman who dreads turning 30. I want to be able to embrace it and celebrate my life lived so far.

16 days until I move.

Woohoo!

Twink Incident

When I was in Year 10 (about 14 years old), I turned to the desk behind me and asked my friend if she had twink (or white-out, whatever you want to call it) that I could borrow.

"No sorry, I don't have any," she said. As she was doing so, her best friend - who was seated beside her slowly reached out and grabbed the twink that was sitting on her desk in front of her.

"Ok, thanks anyway," I said, and turned back around. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her friend pretend to wipe her forehead with a relieved look on her face.

I never would have noticed if her friend hadn't reached out to hide the twink from me, and because of it, the incident has stayed in my head since.

I'm not sure of the relevance of this, but I felt like writing it down.

Sawg Retuns

"Holy hell, Six! Is that you?"

Sawg was clearly checking me out. We haven't seen each other since I moved back. As I pulled the sheets that covered the products in our store bag, I laughed.

"It's me, I just come and go as I please, now. It's great."

"High heels and all."

Yeah, that's right, Sawg. I moved away, went to uni, joined the gym and lost weight. You missed out, and I'm awesome.

Love Under the Stars

As we made love under a crystal clear night sky, he looked down at me and said,

"As I make love to you under these stars, just know that I have never loved anyone like this before."

Tears filled my eyes and I wrapped my arms around him tightly. Afterwards I kissed him and said,

"No one's ever said anything like that to me before."

"Well it's true. I want to make you happy."

"You do, and I'm the same - about you of course, not about me." He laughed at my sudden nervousness.

"I know."

It was the end to a perfect couple of weeks. I had gone to stay with Jake - six days of just us in his house. It was like we were living together, and I loved it. We wandered around naked or in our underwear, cooked together, watched 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire' and showered together. I felt so at peace in fact, that on my last day with him I cried because I know the chances of us being together like that again for awhile are slim. Although we believe in a future together, he said that he wouldn't move in with a girl until he had put an engagement ring on her finger, something I understood and accepted, despite my suggestion that we move in together in 2011 if we end up spending every night with each other this year.

It's less than five weeks until I move out, and I cannot wait for the year ahead.

Holiday Time

I'm off to stay with my boyfriend tomorrow for the week (we have to house to ourselves, so we have to make the most of it), and then after that I'm on holiday with my family.

This means I won't be updating until I get back, but be sure to check in when I'm back for some juicy posts!