Blogging

It would come as a surprise to many that I have created a business, a website, and especially a blog. My high school English teacher at St Patrick’s Parish School, Cooma (shout-out) would probably be the most surprised. It was, after all, the bottom English class in a very small school, so you had to be well below average just to make it in. I was a student so bad that for an assignment requiring two essays, my friend and I each wrote one and then swapped, hoping the teacher wouldn’t notice. (She did.) Throughout this blog series, you may also notice that my spelling is atrocious, and even with the assistance of spell check, I will make mistakes. I tell my students at school that a person can never be good at everything, and somehow spelling was on my list of things I suck at.

I think this is a good place to start with the introduction. I am a high school science teacher, amongst other things. I say “other things” because I have had many jobs and careers up to this point. As a 32-year-old, I have recently landed back as a high school teacher. (More honesty) I am a bad teacher, just like I am a bad employee. I know this because I have been thinking about who I am and what I’m good at for at least 20 years now. Trust me, I’ve done my 10,000 hours. I am, in fact, a hard worker and intelligent enough (with training) to do almost anything. It is the lack of drive and passion that makes me a bad employee. Most of my employers don’t know this; they see a capable, well-spoken employee. It is only after 12 months in a job that I feel myself losing motivation and sliding into laziness. I usually leave a workplace after two years, before my motivation completely runs dry.

And so we are here (starting sentences with “and” and being shit at English again)—the reason my life has happily driven me into blogging is that I have found a purpose, a direction, a drive. For so long, I have been searching for my purpose. I can tell you it is not an easy thing to look for, especially if you don’t have a compass. At times, it has felt like being in the middle of the ocean in a rowboat without knowing the direction of land, second-guessing myself through uni, then one job after the next. What if I had a compass, or at least someone that could point me in the right direction? That is now my purpose: to help people find their own direction through careful thought, planning, a lot of experimenting, and belief.

Until next time,

Lachy