I got tagged
I got tagged by Lisa, so here is the first thing that came to my mind:
I'm wondering about where my future is headed; school, the band, work, everything. I feel so many thing and yet nothing all at the same time. I am a strong beleiver in following your dreams until they are too far out of sight and still even then giving it one more chance. Alot of you who are my friends now don't know of my past life, one where I gave up on a dream before I should have. I used to be an amazing hockey player, traveling the country playing teams from all over the world. Some say I had a good chance to make it to the NHL, and I would have to agree with them, but I gave it all away. Ever since I was old enough to talk I told stories about how I would be in the NHL someday, hockey was my life. I ate, breathed and slept hockey until the day I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take the competitive nature, the constant crushing weight on my shoulders, so I walked away from what I had been building for 15 years of my life. Now I have a 2nd chance with my band, and this time i won't let go. I know what it's like to watch a dream slowly fade out of reach, and it hurts. I won't let it happen again. This is where the delima is, because I cannot very well both pursue a carrer and finish college if my band becomes successful. This is what has had me tangled in thought the last few weeks.............
Thank you Lisa..
I'm wondering about where my future is headed; school, the band, work, everything. I feel so many thing and yet nothing all at the same time. I am a strong beleiver in following your dreams until they are too far out of sight and still even then giving it one more chance. Alot of you who are my friends now don't know of my past life, one where I gave up on a dream before I should have. I used to be an amazing hockey player, traveling the country playing teams from all over the world. Some say I had a good chance to make it to the NHL, and I would have to agree with them, but I gave it all away. Ever since I was old enough to talk I told stories about how I would be in the NHL someday, hockey was my life. I ate, breathed and slept hockey until the day I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take the competitive nature, the constant crushing weight on my shoulders, so I walked away from what I had been building for 15 years of my life. Now I have a 2nd chance with my band, and this time i won't let go. I know what it's like to watch a dream slowly fade out of reach, and it hurts. I won't let it happen again. This is where the delima is, because I cannot very well both pursue a carrer and finish college if my band becomes successful. This is what has had me tangled in thought the last few weeks.............
Thank you Lisa..