Goals

There are only four months left in this year, and I have yet to achieve a few more goals. To be honest, when the year began, I felt as though I wouldn’t be able to fulfill any of the desires I had set for myself. Over the past two and a half years, I have struggled to find full time employment. From the time I was twelve years old, I had a concrete plan for the future set in place and I never questioned the fact that I wanted to be a writer. I still don’t question this today. Even so, this doesn’t change the fact that journalism is a difficult field to break into. I think at times of pursuing something else on a temporary basis, but the conclusion that I always come back to is that any job I pursue must involve writing to some extent.

The winter was especially discouraging for a weary artist soul such as mine. I said a prayer or made a wish to the stars above as we all find ourselves doing at one time or another. I was able to see that manifest; to least have the comfort of being able to attend a Hanson concert again. As expected, this healed a great deal of my sadness and reminded me of the passions that rest in my heart, waiting to be released again. Now I’m trying to hold on to that feeling and carry it over into my other goals for the year. I need to find a way for my passion to lead me back on the path to a career again, and I want to make more progress than I have in a long time by the end of this month. I don’t know exactly how I will accomplish this, only that because I refuse to allow myself to continue in this idleness much longer, my determination is stronger than ever. I must put more time in and stretch my creativity to its limits. I can’t stop even if I want to—the stubbornness in me has never allowed me to do so. This year has already given me one impossible wish come true. Why shouldn’t I reach to fulfill a few more?