Dreaming
Maybe this is because I read through C-bob's post, or the fact that it is 4:15AM and I'm still on some kind of major caffeine high, but I decided to go ahead a make a post.
First off, I have been thinking more just recently about fate and the actions that surround us that we can't fully understand. Those small things that happen that cause larger things to occur in our lives, but don't always make sense at the time. What is the meaning of these things and why do they happen? Is there a certain possible destiny that we are all following, in our own way? I like to believe in fate and the idea that the things that are supposed to happen, will happen. But we have to be willing to see the signs and make the changes that life is pointing out to us.
I have been long ignoring the signs and nagging feelings about my direction in life. I listen too much to the wrong people and have forgotten to focus on the things I enjoy and at which I do well. I think deep down we all probably have an idea of who we are and what we are truly meant to do. But there is a lot of fear and pressure involved with reaching out and grabbing at these hopes and dreams. There are our parents, our friends, and even society in general that can push us in other directions. Sometimes these things arrive only as distractions or events happen to sidetrack you from getting where you want to be.
This leads me to my nagging question, one that has bothered me for a long time now. Why didn't I just major in English when I knew, deep down, that that was what I wanted to major in? I think the main problem at the time was that I did not feel the degree would mean much and I didn't think it would get me a job. Well my business degree did get me a job, but I hated it after awhile. It simply ate away at my soul and dragged me way down into a pit I never thought I would get out of. I am not an office worker, ever since I was 9 years old, I could have told you that. I used to say that as a kid, "I could never work in an office, when would I get to see the outdoors?"
So I toiled away at this job I hated because I felt like I had to do it. I have a feeling I hated that job long before I would consciously accept that fact. The people, for the most part, were wonderful. I met some great people and made some great friends there. The job was just not my calling and I should have realized it sooner.
So what about destiny? I left that job due to the overwhelming unhappiness it brought to my life. I was miserable, cranky, mean, rageful and I can't think much fun to be around. These are bad things to go through, trust me; you don't want them. When you start to feel this way and you let it affect your work life and your outside life, it's time to make changes. In my case, walking away was the best change I could have ever made.
But now I sit here, without a job but full of a weird ambition. I have bought my own freedom and the simple idea of that fact makes me joyous. I know that I can finally do the things that I have always wanted to do. I am going to apply for graduate school, in English and I am going to be accepted, some where. This just has to happen. I hope this feeling is one of me finally matching up with my destiny for awhile. I think I'm also really scared. It's scary to be jobless and not have any idea what the future holds. I know that I have been wasting time though and it's time to get back on track and do what I need to do.
I think it's similar to what these dreaming baseball players go through. You take a ton of risk to try and be something in a sport that you love. You risk relationships and having a steady, stress-free life just to get a one in a million chance to make it as a big league ball player. But these guys that so entertained me this summer, they took that risk and everything it involves. It's time to take that risk.
I have noticed that this commentary section is becoming less and less journal like and more and more column like in structure. I like this. I think that I may have to make some changes, again, to the scope of each blog. Maybe I will just make section for fiction and non-fiction writing and let this blog stand alone. Or else I will let my brain run in here and form a second blog where I can talk about hanging out with my friends and eating tacos. I hope this change in entries has helped to make this blog more interesting. I guess I care about what my reader's will get from this.
Well enough super long entries from me. I hope you are all safe and well!



