Pinging survival “go-go-go” finds itself being gently smothered with a trying-to-know-better “No” as I allow myself to catch up on sleep and go about doing simple tasks – rather than the past mad dash to aquire and ensure resources.
It is strange that I am allowing myself to coast in that momentum’s wake, seeing just how far it will take me before I am deposited (hopefully safely) where my success is reliant upon what I can personally achieve, rather than again dependent on agencies aiding.
I have been having this fantasy over the past couple of days that somehow I get the money to finish the last 12 units toward my Bachelor’s degree (plus a unit’s fee past due and some other fees) for Spring semester which begins January 11th. What would it be like to have my degree procured and its prolonged absence no longer haunting every step I attempt to make?
What would it be like to only work a couple of days during the week to keep income generating, but to get to fashion the rest of the time focused on attending put-off opportunities? And then, once complete, to begin fashioning a career focused indulgently on my own creative talents?
What I have shown here on my blog has been just a teaser to what’s still hidden inside, waiting for the chance and my own invitation to at last emerge and “put things right.”
What and who will I be? I know that ensuring my dreams taking flight is the best kind of investment – no matter what they try to sell me from the mainstream..
Add this to my personal “ambition.”
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