ART OF THE HEART

Why can't we be all things that our hearts are made of?

I Matriculated with distinction in 2006, from Parktown Girls' High School. As an adult that is secure enough to say so, I'm not exceptionally smart. I just work exceptionally hard. This, coupled with my perfectionist nature, always ensured that I accomplished whatever I set my mind to. However, when I finally entered 'the real world'(an expression teachers LOVE to repeat to their learners) I had no idea what I wanted to do with myself or my life.

School offered me a sense of security. I mastered the environment and expectations. And when I was catapulted into adulthood, I was a little thrown off. I took a gap year, which in hindsight, just bought me some time to agonise over my future. I was interested in so many things. Design. Art. Theatre. Writing.

Finally, I decided to pursue Architecture, what seemed to be a perfect pocket for my creativity, logic and perfectionism. It wasn't. I hated every moment of it and after five years of dedication to the craft, and quite a soul sapping journey, I finally listened to my heart and moved on.

Now, I am a teacher. An English teacher. Four years in the running. And I know that I was made for it.

I am also still an Architect. I no longer draw lines on paper to express my ideas, but encourage ideas to be expressed on paper. I spend less time discussing potential magic and all of my time creating it. Each project no longer demands perfection and flair but acute attention, deliberate analysis and convicted intervention of a perfection that already exists.

I am still surrounded by creative genius except now my team consists of hundreds. Design meetings have become innovation at its best. Construction details have become deconstruction sessions. Site meetings commence with whistles and end in war cries.

I research, analyse, read, conceptualise, inspire, probe, intrigue, create, manage, counsel, comfort, develop, grow and nurture. I am now an Architect of critical thinkers, game changers, knowledge seekers and compassionate hearts.

My passion for my subject has reignited my love for the written word. At the end of the day, Architect or Educator, I am a creative. The art of my heart lies in cooking, gardening, decor, fashion and literature.

So my Blog is a culmination of my love for writing and my desire to create. Anything. Everything. B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L.