Races...

     I am sitting here on campus at Dalton just kinda taking a break from school work.  Today really feels like fall outside.  I am attempting to kinda shut down my brain for a few minutes and just chill.  As hard as I try to do this, I cant.  It is just not happening.  As I try to slow everything down all I can think about is what I am doing and where I am going and what I am attempting to accomplish.  I am currently living my life the best way I know how.  Every day I work and go to class.  I wish that I could work a few more hours and have a lil more money, but that just can not happen right now.  Every day I am working on school work.  Every day I am studying.  I am either reading or writing something for class.  Daily I am in a professor's office or the library. 
     I know that there are those out there who will scoff at me and tell me to cry them a river.   That is not what I am trying to do.  People will say that these are everyday, run of the mill, things.  I know that they are.  They are, however, things that I was not doing before this semester.  I always talked a big game when the semester started and would fall to the wayside by a couple of weeks in.  I was trying to just get by, but in that I was not accomplishing anything at all.  I was not even 'getting by'. 
  Right now I have so much motivation to finish this race strong.  I want to make people proud of me, I want to accomplish something.  I even want to prove things to people.  Those who are negative and doubting me.  I want to prove them wrong.  
     I started this race hard and fast, but somewhere I fell.  I lost the course.  I am back up on my feet, thanks to some genuine friends and outside motivation.  I am running harder than I ever have.  I may not win this race or have a great finishing time, but I will finish it. 


I know that this blog sounds like everything else I have ever writen.  I am sorry if anyone who reads this is bored.  I just had to sling ink to paper.