Friday, April 11, 2008

the hardest part

has got to be the waiting, but it is a tinge frightening at the same time.

I mean even though time for me (this excludes minute gravitational differences) is constant it can appear to drag (like when I’m at work) or fly (when I’m at play) or stall (like waiting to transition to work life part two).

What if I finally do escape only to sit at home stifled and staring at the walls? I mean that is the destination I am heading in, not the staring part but the at home part . . .

But if it’s the journey, then do I really want to arrive? The trick I believe is to make the endpoints only a part of the connect the dots picture of your life. Well, the journey to date has been far too much Midgewater Marsh and not enough Rivendell if you get my drift.

Still I have big plans for the short years ahead barring unfortunate events and will continue to develop loftier and cooler goals when those ones are met and/or exceeded.

It is said you should always have goals in mind anyhow, so you know where you are heading at any given point in time. And these can change, but change too often and you will be drifting instead of sailing, or something.

Anyhow, here are a few of mine.

1) Get my Post Apocalyptic novel published and available in printed form. I give myself until next August to get this done. Yup, you heard right. Of course it will be self-published, but still . . .

2) I want to get me one of those new Mustang GT cars as my retirement wheels . . .

3) I want to rewrite and finish my script and hand it off to somebody who can appreciate reading it over and maybe even take it to the next level.

4) Actually, all I really want to do is sing . . . Okay, scrap this one!

5) I want to wake up in the morning with a smile instead of a grimace.

Things are progressing nicely, but slowly.

As Tom Petty wails,

- the waiting is the hardest part.

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