One of the best things my mother taught me is that you only do stupid things when you get something really good back.

What I've been proposed wasn't exactly stupid. Actually it's the other way around. It was a good job offer. However, I'm thinking about what may happen if I don't risk keeping my actual work situation.

That's what I'm betting now. On being a good and reputed teacher.

Trust your guns. Always.
I've been a few months late in my logs.

I've been quite busy these last months.

So much happened in such a little time. Plans within plans, all unrolling unto motion, after so much careful thought.
I believe it is all working the way I like it. Flowing along the tides of destiny. As if I'm the gardener of these little trees and bushes. Trimming carefully weeds and sprouts, waiting for the flowers to blossom and turn into fruits.

We are two who became one. Finally.

And I work towards our future as I like it. Flowing along the tides of destiny.

You who read this blog, I ask you a question: Do you believe you can shape your future?

I guide my life forward, feeling the waves and following the winds of change. Have you ever felt winds blowing full of ethereal energy, surrounding you in exquisite energy, so strange you feel something is about to happen?

Don't ignore your feelings. Follow your heart and never forget Jonh Hodge. Choose life.
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

John Hodge