Limits

what drives you?

is it fear? obligation? personal dreams? perhaps its a combination of a few elements.

at this very moment, fear is driving me to step it up to high gear with this internship i'm currently involved in. i can't stand being second best but are my motives right for wanting to be first place? do i want to be the #1 news reporter because i LOVE the news and finding out all that good stuff, or do i want to have that title because i can't stand someone else holding it?

those are the types of questions that eat me away while my brain goes on idle and the world spins at a super sonic rate.

god, there are so many things in life i want to accomplish. i feel i've been blessed with many talents but must refine them in order to be excellent at a few- not necessarily every single one of them.

i have a burn, an ache, an itch for creative writing. for poetic justice. i love words. and i love using them in ways people usually don't use them. i love metaphor. you know, i took this class called critical interpretation and i pretended to loath the class but secretly, i enjoyed every second of breaking down metaphor and text.

so what is holding me back from what i really want to do?

it's the fear of people finding out i may have changed my mind and b/cast reporting isn't the love of my life. i'm not sure what is right now. i wish being like soledad o'brien was my dream but right now, i have no solid ground as to what i want.

lord, help me.

limitation is a choice; i choose to be limitless.