It's 3 something AM in the morning and I can't stop thinking about what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. Find a job for next semester? Work in a lab while doing independent research?
Having choices can be a wonderful thing, but thinking about the possibilities can sometimes paralyze you with the fear of failure.
There are so many things I want to do, but so little time to do them. I'd like to think that I'm fearless, but when it comes time to mobilize and get things done, I feel a little frozen. Like a panic-stricken chicken running around in zig-zagging directions with its head dangling from the base of its neck.
Maybe I'm just over-thinking it. I shouldn't let fear of failure stop me from pursuing my goals and trying out new things. I have to learn to embrace it and accept it for what it is in order to fully overcome it.
No longer shall fear of failure paralyze me into inaction. I will pursue the things I want to accomplish.
For now, though, I really need to get some sleep.
Until the next post, dear friends.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Leave the Pieces So I Can Breathe
It's been a month.
I can't spend the rest of my days wondering why he flaked out again and hasn't called, despite the message he'd sent saying that he "didn't forget" about me. Life would have been a lot simpler if he hadn't told me that and kept asking me about my schedule. It would have been a whole lot easier to forget him, as my friends have been suggesting that I do. I can't blame him for being busy, but at the same time I really wish that he wasn't so confusing.
If he still wants to see me, then he has my number. Until then, I don't want to hold my breath any longer.
So I'm going to assume it's headed nowhere, cut my losses, and move on. I've got other things to worry about, anyway.
Here are the obligatory (somewhat relevant) sad songs:
I'll be fine, as long as I'm able to breathe. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. At least I've gained some perspective on the matter.
Now that that's done, on to actual priorities...
I can't spend the rest of my days wondering why he flaked out again and hasn't called, despite the message he'd sent saying that he "didn't forget" about me. Life would have been a lot simpler if he hadn't told me that and kept asking me about my schedule. It would have been a whole lot easier to forget him, as my friends have been suggesting that I do. I can't blame him for being busy, but at the same time I really wish that he wasn't so confusing.
If he still wants to see me, then he has my number. Until then, I don't want to hold my breath any longer.
So I'm going to assume it's headed nowhere, cut my losses, and move on. I've got other things to worry about, anyway.
Here are the obligatory (somewhat relevant) sad songs:
I'll be fine, as long as I'm able to breathe. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. At least I've gained some perspective on the matter.
Now that that's done, on to actual priorities...
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