Some people
experience what is come to be known as a “mid-life crisis.” Others of us
stumble upon a pre-life crisis. It’s what happens when you know you’re starting
a new chapter of your life, but you don’t know how to start it. In a sense, it’s
like staring at blinking cursor on an empty Word document, praying for
inspiration. The problem with that is a blank page won’t give you any
inspiration. I believe in creating your own destiny. Living a life in the Lost
and Found Bin isn’t about waiting to find yourself, it’s about going out and
figuring out what defines you.
Stop looking in
the lost and found bin for something you lost, and start looking for something
that you never thought of before. It’s not stealing. In fact, some of the best
inspiration can come from somebody else. Some people call it a muse. I call it
rediscovering your imagination. While another person can give you the basis for
a new idea, it’s your responsibility to run with it and make it into something
real.
Lately, all of my
time goes to figuring out where I want to go to college. I dedicate my brain
power to wondering if I’ll make the right decision--if I’ll be happy. Who knows?
Maybe I’ll get there and decide I hate it. But maybe it will end up being the
best time of my life. And there’s a possibility that I’ve been putting too much
time into thinking about this. I could be over-thinking it. It’s a habit of
mine, over-thinking things. I attribute that quality to the writer within me.
Writers think a
lot. If we didn’t, we might not have anything to say. And sometimes I don’t have
anything to say. Like I alluded to before, I spend a lot of time with blank pages
and blinking cursors. For the record, it has never given me any inspiration.
How could it?
So this is my
pre-life crisis. I’m sifting through the details, trying to decide where I want
to spend the next four years.
I’ll keep you
posted.
Sincerely,
Unencumbered Rambler
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