Monday, August 2, 2010
It is all coming together...
Hi there! I have been up to something for over 2 years now. I literally rack my brain every time I put pen to paper, finger tips to keyboard, thoughts to voice,... and now I am in process of something that was not feasible or obtainable those long 2 plus years ago.
Do I dare disclose this private information to the world yet? No.
Graduation is at the end of this year and the last quarter is around the corner.... nearing this goal is the first step to success. The next step will be graduate school, to which I will attend and complete.
With so many things in the making I look back at my life and wonder why did I wait so long?
We can all make excuses as to why we haven't done something, but the reality is, everyone has a choice. We create our own destiny's, and we create our own havoc. I hear people all the time say that there was something in the way of achieving their goals, but yet the obstacle is gone and you have yet to achieve anything. We call them - ATNA (All talk no action).
But really, the truth of the matter is, there was a way to do it - you just have to look hard at yourself to realize you really can. That's what this whole year has been about for me. I quit my 8 year stint as an Office Manager to pursue an education full time. I began an adventure that is in process and I am hoping to touch the minds of those who love imagination. Sometimes we have to sit back and say that we can, and actually do something to change our current situation.
By no means is this a pep talk to anyone who reads this. I am not qualified to give advice. However, I can say that what I have accomplished, any one can do it. With all this said, I end my rant with William Shakespeare who has inspired me to read classical literature and live my life creatively.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,