I’ve been gone awhile because I found myself a new, not so serious blog, and a series of vacations and planning unfulfilled plans. Once more, I find myself coming back to this anonymous, comforting nook. Here’s a thought: yesterday someone said the whole point of life was to try, and keep trying. It doesn’t matter if we succeed because the whole point of life is to die trying. No one is really finished or complete, no matter how successful, accomplished or self-actualized they are. Hmm.
I’m still reorienting my stubborn mind towards the new changes happening in the next few months like, no dog (sorry Panda), full time grad school, and building an enterprise. Sometimes, I look at life in another way, which is not in the trying part – but rather in the aspiring part – to try because of or to try in order to. There’s a danger to that though because the more you orient yourself towards a goal, the more you lose focus on the present. For now, I am okay with that. I am okay with the dream of a big house, with a big yard and a big garden where my pair of English bullies can romp and play while I look on from reading the latest issue of In Style Magazine. I am okay with trying in order to get that diploma and earn big bucks because these bullies cost so much and eat like there’s no tomorrow.
Pebble in a Pond 