Second time around - or - What happens next
Thursday, April 17, 2008 by Sam
Here it is. My second post. Bet you thought it'd never happen, didn't you? You probably thought I am one of those one-night-stand kind of bloggers (pardon the slightly inappropriate expression) who posts one time and never makes an appearance again, leaving you feeling a bit taken advantage of.
Well, I'm here to prove you wrong. I'm in this for the long haul.
(Side note: Where did that expression come from? If it has anything to do with fishing, then I'll retract my statement and replace it with "long term." I'm not a fishing fan)
I've been feeling lately (well, to be a little more accurate, I've felt this way for roughly the past 5 years of my life) that I am sort of like a human equivalent of Jell-o on a shiny, plastic plate...slipping and sliding all over the place as the plate is carried around in a crowded room. What I mean to say is, I'm not quite sure where I should be or what I should be doing. Should I stay nicely put in the middle of the plate or slide right off it and onto the shoe of the person next to me? This last scenario sounds dangerous, and yet it might be just what I need. No, not literally. I don't want to nosedive into a loafer - I want to try something big. I have friends who know exactly what they want to do in life and, in the process, are having amazing experiences. While they are out living their inspiring lives, I'm finding myself wishing I could join them, but unsure of how to do it. When is it my turn? When do I make the leap off the plate? Why do I just keep thinking about the million things I want to do and accomplish in life? Why don't I go further than that and actually start doing them? Maybe it's because there are about a million things I want to do, and I'm not sure which direction to go first.
As of right now, my next step is an audition in NYC for a professional musical theater summer program. It's less than one month away. I'm not nervous, but I am curious as to what the outcome will be. The rest of my summer kind of depends on it. What if I don't get in and end up splatting onto the floor in a gelatinous mess? What then?
(Another side note: I don't like Jell-o - it just makes for a helpful metaphor)
Well, that's the great thing about being such non-wielding substance. I may wiggle into different shapes, but that doesn't mean my life is over. In fact, that's an aspect of this life I love. As humans with free will, we are constantly evolving, learning and growing - changing shapes, if you will. Just because I haven't figured out what shape I'll be next, doesn't mean I'll stay in my present state (state of Missouri, state of mind, state of confusion, etc.) forever. It just means that I should have a blast in the meantime, gathering and receiving inspiration for whatever will happen next.
Well, I'm here to prove you wrong. I'm in this for the long haul.
(Side note: Where did that expression come from? If it has anything to do with fishing, then I'll retract my statement and replace it with "long term." I'm not a fishing fan)
I've been feeling lately (well, to be a little more accurate, I've felt this way for roughly the past 5 years of my life) that I am sort of like a human equivalent of Jell-o on a shiny, plastic plate...slipping and sliding all over the place as the plate is carried around in a crowded room. What I mean to say is, I'm not quite sure where I should be or what I should be doing. Should I stay nicely put in the middle of the plate or slide right off it and onto the shoe of the person next to me? This last scenario sounds dangerous, and yet it might be just what I need. No, not literally. I don't want to nosedive into a loafer - I want to try something big. I have friends who know exactly what they want to do in life and, in the process, are having amazing experiences. While they are out living their inspiring lives, I'm finding myself wishing I could join them, but unsure of how to do it. When is it my turn? When do I make the leap off the plate? Why do I just keep thinking about the million things I want to do and accomplish in life? Why don't I go further than that and actually start doing them? Maybe it's because there are about a million things I want to do, and I'm not sure which direction to go first.
As of right now, my next step is an audition in NYC for a professional musical theater summer program. It's less than one month away. I'm not nervous, but I am curious as to what the outcome will be. The rest of my summer kind of depends on it. What if I don't get in and end up splatting onto the floor in a gelatinous mess? What then?
(Another side note: I don't like Jell-o - it just makes for a helpful metaphor)
Well, that's the great thing about being such non-wielding substance. I may wiggle into different shapes, but that doesn't mean my life is over. In fact, that's an aspect of this life I love. As humans with free will, we are constantly evolving, learning and growing - changing shapes, if you will. Just because I haven't figured out what shape I'll be next, doesn't mean I'll stay in my present state (state of Missouri, state of mind, state of confusion, etc.) forever. It just means that I should have a blast in the meantime, gathering and receiving inspiration for whatever will happen next.
I think you took the metaphor too far, ;) but regardless, I hope things work out splendidly