It’s Saturday morning and I’m on my flight to Minneapolis. I have no idea why my laptop battery has almost two hours of juice left in it. Just a few weeks ago, it could hardly last for fifteen minutes without going dead. This could be a miracle, or someone who loves me bought me a new battery without telling me. Either one would be cool.
I’m to the point where I am thoroughly tired of my personal life being neglected. For four years, I’ve been go go go! I’ve hardly relaxed. I’ve neglected my house. Last night I Candyce and I had friends over for dinner, and I was almost embarrassed of my house. The carpet is old and is getting stained. The kitchen cabinets are old and cheap. The walls are white, scuffed, and unexciting. You wouldn’t imagine it’s a home of a creative spirit.
I just opened up a document on my laptop called “Goals for 2005″ that was last edited on February 13, 2005. That was almost three months ago. My goals then–small goals–were the exact goals I wrote down this morning while waiting in the airport. I am ashamed of myself for not being able to accomplish such small tasks.
What I’ve found is that I have more ideas than I have time. Even though my days are packed and my schedule is full, the ideas keep coming. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I am doing–there is always a new idea spinning in my head.
The most satisfying part of my post-college life is that my career is to make my ideas become reality. Everything that I do each day are things that I invent in my head. Nobody tells me what has to get done. I just think of something, then I make it happen. I love it!
I don’t have a solution for this idea/time dilemma. It’s been a recurring problem in the last five years of my life, and I haven’t honestly figured out how to solve it. Since I only write journals in the awkward moments when I can’t accomplish anything else–it usually comes across that I am whining. But I’m not…I’m just trying to sort out my ambitions in life.
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