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After the Stiletto Formal show, I think my ears have suffered permanent damage. I now hear a low hissing noise, like I'm in a gas chamber being slowly filled. And yes, I know exactly what that's like. Well, I had a sweet time tonight, in what will be the last official day of summer, as Johnny shall return to MP, and his home will be available on the weekends only. But, tomorrow, Tina comes back from NYC, and I am very happy because of that. And I'm in the Improv show, so double hoorays.
The next few months have some big things in store, with getting a job, school, Improv, playing in a band, and any number of other little things to do being just on the horizon. After the calm and ease of summer, having to run around in a hurried and frazzled fashion does not really appeal to me. But, I digress. The point being that there's going to be a lot more to do this year than last, and I'm beginning to wonder as to the feasibility of this. I know I can do it, but I like to contribute my all to things, and if I'm streched too thin, nobody's happy. So, time will tell, but I know my inherent pussiness is not going to get in the way.
Risks can be seen as opportunities for failure, success, or for expanding your horizons. I prefer the latter two, but the neurotic bastard inside me sees only failure in taking risks. What this summer has taught me, however, is that failure lies in NOT taking a risk. I know that this is among the most repeated pieces of advice ever, but take it from someone who's leaned the hard way; nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I want to feel the passion of doing something I was born to do, to feel the romance of love, and to find within myself the key to doing both. Lofty goals, and risks will have to be taken to achieve them, but seriously. Life isn't waiting for you to get your shit together; it's like jumping into a cold pool on a hot day. The initial shock may kick your ass, but it sure feels good...
The next few months have some big things in store, with getting a job, school, Improv, playing in a band, and any number of other little things to do being just on the horizon. After the calm and ease of summer, having to run around in a hurried and frazzled fashion does not really appeal to me. But, I digress. The point being that there's going to be a lot more to do this year than last, and I'm beginning to wonder as to the feasibility of this. I know I can do it, but I like to contribute my all to things, and if I'm streched too thin, nobody's happy. So, time will tell, but I know my inherent pussiness is not going to get in the way.
Risks can be seen as opportunities for failure, success, or for expanding your horizons. I prefer the latter two, but the neurotic bastard inside me sees only failure in taking risks. What this summer has taught me, however, is that failure lies in NOT taking a risk. I know that this is among the most repeated pieces of advice ever, but take it from someone who's leaned the hard way; nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I want to feel the passion of doing something I was born to do, to feel the romance of love, and to find within myself the key to doing both. Lofty goals, and risks will have to be taken to achieve them, but seriously. Life isn't waiting for you to get your shit together; it's like jumping into a cold pool on a hot day. The initial shock may kick your ass, but it sure feels good...