Make it Happen

You know, when I really think of it, there's lots that could happen today, if I wanted it to. I have so many options to choose from, and I have them at my disposal everyday. Everyday, I choose to dispose of them.

Why, today, I could contact this guy who ditched us last year and get some answers from him. Maybe, with luck and the right kind of communication, we could all be going out for coffee and resuming a much desired friendship by the end of the day! How much would that make my day, and relieve my heart, finally.

I could, if I just tear this place apart today to find my outlines, be setting up my blog today. I could call myself a wine blogger by the end of the day.

Today, I could create a song. This song could possibly be the best song I've ever made, and who knows where that could take me in the future. I could pick up the guitar again, and start being a wonderful player as I was, long ago.

Today, I could set up an account to become a PSO or cam model and start making money right now.

Today, right effing now, actually, I could put on some gear and go for a long, brisk walk or light jog (if my shins comply) and start losing some fat. And, later, do some yoga, which I love.

Today, I could learn a new language, or I could learn a new computer program, relative to the positions I apply to. We have a beautiful and fantastic library within two or three blocks from here, and the employment agency is across the street. I could be upgrading old skills and learning new ones every damn day.

I could pick up my Nikon again, process the film in the camera, and start snapping again. It's been seven years.

I could get a marriage licence, today.

I could be a citizen of a new province, today.

These are things just off the top of my head. The possibilities are vast, likely endless, of what I could make happen, today, and everyday for the rest of my life. Yet, everyday, I choose to do nothing worth talking about at all. I do my job searching, but I do nothing great like I could. Honestly, what an embarrassing waste of life. I don't know why I have all sorts of ambition, but for the life of me, absolutely no follow through. I am meant to do great and big things, I have great and big ideas and plans, but I have a mental block preventing me from acting. Today, I could reach out and find someone to help me remove this mystery block.

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Mopy
I still think you should look at micropublishing in ebook format.
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Cynic
There are many things that I would like to do today,but I won't.

My mom would call it laziness,but I call it fear.My fear is to go out and be happy.I won't allow myself to be happy..it's funny and stupid!
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RainbowEyes
I think more people are like this than not. It should change. We're restricting ourselves, holding ourselves back, and as a result, we're not really living at all. Amazingly enough, I love life. I consider myself relatively happy. Imagine how much more happy and in love I'd be about life if I actually did all that I could with it? Shit's gotta change. We're a mournful strain, and that doesn't enrich anyone's life, nor help this world.
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Mopy
You're just like me.

That's not meant to be an insult or anything..
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RainbowEyes