Plan A
I am not, in fact, dead. I just never update anymore. I blame work and apathy, both of which I'm working on correcting. So here am I, trying to get back into the swing of this posting thing. Heh, that rhymes.
Anyway...I'm still in Waco, Texas, and--surprise!--it kind of sucks here. And it's not just that there are shrubberies in place of trees or conservatives that think depression can be fixed by going to church or co-workers who treat you like shit. No, it's simply the fact that I'm not supposed to be here.
So what, you might ask, are you gonna do about it? The answer: go back to plan A.
See, here's something else I've come to discover in the past couple of weeks. I'm living plan B. You know, the plan that you have in case all those big dreams of yours don't come true after you try to reach for the stars. But instead of reaching for the stars and trying out plan A, I defaulted to plan B. And plan B is no way to live.
Thus, I am returning to plan A. And this time, I'm sticking it out until plan B becomes plan A. No more of this "maybe I should just wait" or "it'll never work." I've made up my mind. It's New Orleans or bust. Maybe I'm nuts, maybe I ingested some Waco water that turned my brain to mush, or maybe there's a reason, something real and intangible at the same time, I feel so drawn to the place.
Why this sudden empowerment? Well, I realized something else, along with this plan A stuff. I'm an adult, a self-supporting adult with a job and marketable skills. I pay my own bills. I don't report to anyone but myself. I can move wherever I want. I've got no strings on me.
So no more hesitation. No more waiting. No more plan B's. I'm going to do what I want. If I fall in the process, well, at least I will have tried. It's about time I gave living a whirl.
Anyway...I'm still in Waco, Texas, and--surprise!--it kind of sucks here. And it's not just that there are shrubberies in place of trees or conservatives that think depression can be fixed by going to church or co-workers who treat you like shit. No, it's simply the fact that I'm not supposed to be here.
So what, you might ask, are you gonna do about it? The answer: go back to plan A.
See, here's something else I've come to discover in the past couple of weeks. I'm living plan B. You know, the plan that you have in case all those big dreams of yours don't come true after you try to reach for the stars. But instead of reaching for the stars and trying out plan A, I defaulted to plan B. And plan B is no way to live.
Thus, I am returning to plan A. And this time, I'm sticking it out until plan B becomes plan A. No more of this "maybe I should just wait" or "it'll never work." I've made up my mind. It's New Orleans or bust. Maybe I'm nuts, maybe I ingested some Waco water that turned my brain to mush, or maybe there's a reason, something real and intangible at the same time, I feel so drawn to the place.
Why this sudden empowerment? Well, I realized something else, along with this plan A stuff. I'm an adult, a self-supporting adult with a job and marketable skills. I pay my own bills. I don't report to anyone but myself. I can move wherever I want. I've got no strings on me.
So no more hesitation. No more waiting. No more plan B's. I'm going to do what I want. If I fall in the process, well, at least I will have tried. It's about time I gave living a whirl.