Time. It’s important. It’s precious, big, small, hours, minutes, seconds. They all count. Literally. (haw haw.)
Dreams are even more important. And let’s be real here, you are never too old, too young, too dumb, or too small (or big) to achieve your dreams. Cornball city, I know. But for me, without my dreams nothing would ever get done. A handful of hope, a heart full of dreams, and a complete and utter disregard for time are what keeps me moving these days.
I’ve wasted a lot of time, so I know what I’m talking about when I say that it doesn’t really matter. You can be whatever you think at any age; As long as you have the gumption to try.
That’s an important word, which I’m sure you’re noticing every week in these new posts. TRY. A tiny word, but it’ll move mountains if you give it a shot.
Someone this week told me that I would “be next” for getting married and having kids in our family. And if she were a witch I would be terrified. But alas, she’s my grandmother and although I’m sure she has some mystical powers, she does not have the mojo to do this to her family members. Although the last time she said that it did happen even though there were older members of our family we thought would be next in line.
I’m only 27 years old. I have a lot of life to look forward to. I’ve traveled a lot, I’ve been to school and finished it, I write and try to get published every once in awhile, and sometimes I even attempt to flirt with the opposite sex.
I am in no hurry to procreate; I am in no hurry to have the big stuff in my life. This is obviously an issue that irks me, but overall, but I’m not there yet.
…I think I’m talking about this because I kind of feel like she gypsy cursed me. I’m talking myself in circles here.
My point is:
First things first, but not necessarily in that order. (4th Doctor, in case you were wondering. Doctor Who, in case you were thinking Doctor Who?)
I’m going to do things for my future real soon and I’m terrified I’ll fail. Which means I’m on the right path. Anything that scares the holy hell out of me is worth doing just to get over that fear. (Hello skydiving, going to school, moving across the country, living in France, getting a tattoo, singing, learning, speaking, standing up for myself, being present and aware.)
If it doesn’t give me anxiety I’m going in the wrong direction. I’ve got to keep moving forward and put my blinders on to that stuff or I’ll burrow into a place of confusion and self doubt and waste more time.
KEEP MOVING FORWARD. TRY.