Who am I really trying to convince?
"What's the meaning of life?" That age old question. What is important, and really matters? Is it individual...all depending on the person and their wants? Or is it so much more simple than that? Is it just so simple?
You know, lately, I've been looking to Champion for answers. Watching how he acts through his days, his life, and remembering his reactions and responses to things.
I am a motivated person. And lucky enough, I have close friends who are just as motivated. I set a goal, and I make it happen. I wanted to graduate with a degree in Art, as fast as I could with the highest GPA I could get...and I have, in three and a half years. I wanted to get better at photography, so I've given up my every Saturday to spend shooting on top of taking a low paying job to allow myself to be surrounded by photographers and photographs. And I have improved, and am still, always, improving. I wanted to live in New York City and work in the magazine business as soon as I got done with school. And I've even made this happen, well, almost. I have an internshp in the magazine industry that will open so many doors for potential jobs in New York City and I leave for this in six weeks.
Motivation is rewarding...but sometimes I get caught up with the motive behind my motivation. Since I was 13, I've been running through things, life, here in Louisville, so I could leave when I reached, well this age, right now. Being a preacher's daughter, or, better yet a divorced baptist preacher's daughter is quite, well, I don't have a word for it yet. I've wanted out, out of that spotlight, that shame, that quilt, that shadow.
But, is it so wrong for motives to change? To accept instead of run?
I spend my free time, when everyone I know is either working or at school, with Champ. I have more free time than I even tell people about. I spend hours and hours a week with just Champ, when no one is around. I said I had been watching him, and how he went about his life and his responses to things.
I want to live my life like him. Waiting on my toes, every single day, for the ones I love to come home.
And here, in Louisville, is where all my loves come home.
I have it in me,
You know, lately, I've been looking to Champion for answers. Watching how he acts through his days, his life, and remembering his reactions and responses to things.
I am a motivated person. And lucky enough, I have close friends who are just as motivated. I set a goal, and I make it happen. I wanted to graduate with a degree in Art, as fast as I could with the highest GPA I could get...and I have, in three and a half years. I wanted to get better at photography, so I've given up my every Saturday to spend shooting on top of taking a low paying job to allow myself to be surrounded by photographers and photographs. And I have improved, and am still, always, improving. I wanted to live in New York City and work in the magazine business as soon as I got done with school. And I've even made this happen, well, almost. I have an internshp in the magazine industry that will open so many doors for potential jobs in New York City and I leave for this in six weeks.
Motivation is rewarding...but sometimes I get caught up with the motive behind my motivation. Since I was 13, I've been running through things, life, here in Louisville, so I could leave when I reached, well this age, right now. Being a preacher's daughter, or, better yet a divorced baptist preacher's daughter is quite, well, I don't have a word for it yet. I've wanted out, out of that spotlight, that shame, that quilt, that shadow.
But, is it so wrong for motives to change? To accept instead of run?
I spend my free time, when everyone I know is either working or at school, with Champ. I have more free time than I even tell people about. I spend hours and hours a week with just Champ, when no one is around. I said I had been watching him, and how he went about his life and his responses to things.
I want to live my life like him. Waiting on my toes, every single day, for the ones I love to come home.
And here, in Louisville, is where all my loves come home.
I have it in me,