H8 2 W8 when waiting will not make...

Ironic how this blog post has been in draft form for a while now.  How dare I not complete this thought and make it wait for me to come together!

It seems that we are always waiting for something...something to happen, something to arrive; something to go away; And for someone...someone to appear, someone to come along, someone to do their job so I can complete my job,  someone to show us something.  You get the point, right?
So on my way to work, driving up the hill, I saw a car coming towards me, driving down the hill, with the vanity license plate H8 2 W8 and eureka...don't we all???

Well, I do.  I do hate waiting when there is no outcome in sight.  I hate waiting for something that I just might be able to make happen by taking the bull by its horns.   Yet I hate waiting in line, however knowing that something will come out of it, like purchasing food, a toy, or maybe something special for me lessens the sting a little. 

Waiting for someone who is late-never makes me a happy camper.  Waiting to hear for results- nerve raking.  Waiting for an opportunity-instead of making an opportunity-stupidity.   Waiting for someone to come into my life and make everything better-NOOOO! Through Hurricane Sandy’s refocus (yes I have no other word for it-well I do-BITCH), I called everything a waiting came.  But I never just waited.  I called, I showed up, I posted, over and over and over again until I got what I needed.  Needless to say, I am still waiting, but not by simply sitting there.  I am an active waiter I will say. 

Yes, an active waiter, like an active rest (oxymoron) when working out.

But let’s get back to opportunity and people in your life.  Out of dreams come opportunity.  I have many dreams, as I am sure, and hope, that you do.  Dream big, no, dream bigger, is my stance.  This makes me believe that my opportunities, all opportunities, seem  reachable.  They are reachable.  I never find myself waiting for an opportunity to come along.  I search them out. I apply for them.  I get passed up.  I go after it again and again and again.  The fact that I get passed up doesn’t kick me to the ground.  Yes, sure it hurts and frustrates me.  But hopefully it gives me a better understanding of how to achieve it the next time around.  Or if not this opportunity, another opportunity that fits me. 

And I would hope for every opportunity I seek out that there is someone behind me:  To support me; pick up my slack; be happy for me, even join me.  And when I say join me, I am not setting my ideologies on others, no I express them but I don't expect anyone or everyone to accept them; I would just like for someone to see opportunities for what they are.  I would hope that someone would not belittle my dreams and my drive for opportunity. 

I will hope and dream,  provide and accept opportunities, but will not wait for something or someone that will not be... 

You've been schooled!

As a little girl, I did play school however as far back as I can remember A-I hated school and B-I wanted to be a chiropractor. Well, until college and my forte was found not to be biology. 

Let's be real, Biology 3x later...a B+.  With that said, I became an Rhetoric major.  I loved to write; I am a critical thinker; and loved to deliver speeches.   

Let's rewind, I have two older sisters.  I rarely did my own homework.  I hated getting up.   I hated putting effort into the work.  I hated the kids.  Thus being a teacher, never mind an eternal student, would not be on my to do list, EVER.  Sometimes shit happens though.  I digress...

When I did do my own work, I worked hard.  I wanted As.  I wanted to understand.  I wanted to be in the top ten percent.  But I had to work for it.  In the end my undergraduate 3.6 grade point average was just that...average for me.  I could never be #1 at school or eventually at work. 

Fast forward... here I am with an undergraduate degree and 2 graduate degrees. This is because, I have to say that later in my life, I found my niche and love school.  I would go each day, trek into the city and have not a care or a regret in the world about my coursework.  Since I found things I love to learn about and to do, I welcome schooling.  The more educational opportunity the better.  And I get very excited with sharing the wealth of knowledge and getting to apply it to life.

Now here I am-I have won essay awards; I have been selected as project leader; I have excelled in things that I thought I couldn't. 
But yet here I am: upset, heart sunken, fail, passed up again, discouraged, alone. 
How one opportunity can get me this way is unreal. 
So I think further...it's not just this one opportunity.  As one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life.  I will tackle this later...for now by the words of Abraham Lincoln (Happy Birthday btw) “I will prepare and some day my chance will come.”