My mind is finally moving with ideas. The gears are turning and I’m losing sleep thinking of it all. It all hit yesterday, like a train on a track.
There is a contest I have been wanting to enter, which requires me to do a cover of a song, and come up with a creative way to present it. Yesterday, my mind went wild and I decided I had to at least try. If not just for fun, then just to get this idea out there.
I wrote down the storyboard idea as fast as I could, desperately trying to get every idea out of my head before it was too late, and I lost it all.
My writer’s block is slowly fading, and my ideas for what would translate so well on-screen, and even my fight are all coming back.
Slowly, the hammers and strings are working in my mind and pulling me back together, getting ready for something that I know in my gut, will be amazing. The video I make may not be the best ever, but it’s the beginning. It’s a start that will hopefully lead to a bright and successful finish.
I needed to get out of my own way.
To add to this feeling, I got an email last night from November 24th, 2007. I had written it to be delivered on June 13th, 2013, and promptly forgot about it. When I saw it pop up in my inbox, I didn’t recognize the email address and was confused. Then, as I began reading the email, I was shocked.
It was a message I had written myself in 2007, just full of questions, and also a brief rundown on who I was at that time in my life; what I liked, what I didn’t like, what I wanted in life, where I wanted to be, tidbits of advice.
While there were a lot of things mentioned that I have never done, there were also a lot that I did; newspaper and yearbook–copy editor for both, Environmental club, do something meaningful, etc.
It was nice to see how much things had changed, but also to see how much still rings true today. There is still a part of me that remains the same, that has stuck out all of the difficult stuff to make it here.
After reading that email, it gave me a boost of confidence and made me want to push even more, and work even harder.
I decided to write a new one, to be received on my 23rd birthday, with reminders, hope, and even just an expression of where I am now; how scared I am, how excited I am, how determined I am to achieve more than people believe to be possible.
In five years time, we’ll see if I’ve met these goals, or if I’ve chosen a new path.
As I talk about in all of my posts, it’s all about gumption. If you don’t have the determination or resourcefulness to make it happen, it never will.
Life is far too short not to fight for what you want, and sometimes, the only thing stopping you is yourself.
Get out of your own way.
It’s not going to be easy, and it’s not always going to be fun, but eventually, everything will fall into place. I realize now that the sense of optimism I seem to be flicking back and forth on all comes down to me. When everything seems to be falling apart, how we react is a true testament to our characters. My character is neither weak, shy, or ready to quit, so I won’t break down, shy away, or throw in the towel.
I have everything I need to become a success. Now what am I going to do with it?
As a society, we all have things within our reach, within ourselves, that allow us to reach our full potential. Outside variables can be handled; the hurdles they present can be overcome. Now what do we do with the resources we have? How do we get from where we are now to where we want to be?
That’s the fun of it.
For my senior quote, I picked a sentiment from F. Scott Fitzgerald, and every day I repeat this to myself, in the hopes that it will stick and inspire me to move forward.
Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
Despite the obstacles presented, these hammers and strings are working on getting me back to where I was, and these gears are turning, and before I know it, I’ll be up and running. When the hills present themselves, I’ll run up them to make it to the top, and when I get there, I will look back and say, “Look how far I’ve come.”
It’s scary and it’s intimidating, and it seems uncertain. But why give up when there is no certainty that you’ll fail?