Monday, May 28, 2012

Exciting!

So I am SUPER excited for next years swimming.  My best friend is going to join so it should be fun, I just hope she isnt faster than me :/
She told me that if she didnt make cheer she would do swimming with me well ya know...she didnt make it so like i said she doing swim!
Maybe we will go into olympics together? We'll see how things work out :)

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Mistakes

What do you first do when you learn to swim? You make mistakes, do you not? And what happens? You make other mistakes, and when you have made all the mistakes you possibly can without drowning - and some of them many times over - what do you find? That you can swim? Well - life is just the same as learning to swim! Do not be afraid of making mistakes, for there is no other way of learning how to live!

Thursday, December 15, 2011

All the Worlds a Stage

I love Shakespeares metaphore on how the world and life is just like a stage.  Its 100% true.  If you have never heard of this here it is:

 All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
.
(
http://www.artofeurope.com/shakespeare/sha9.htm)


Amazing? I think so.
Incredible? Definitly.
True? Absolutely.

Lifes a stage,
Theres good times and bad.
You get judged.
But you should always let the show go on!