Not without that bar set.
If the bar is there,
I can focus myself,
see my aim,
and know to go higher to pass the hurdle.
Without it, I’m throwing darts with my eyes shut.
Metaphor Moral: Set goals
I got lost last night. We were looking for the sign, but didn’t see it.
So we turned.
We went down a wrong road for a short while, until recognized it was in fact a wrong road, and the sign we were looking for wasn’t coming. So we turned around and retraced our steps. And instead of turning, this time we went straight, along the road we started out on.
The sign was right there,
just a little further ahead.
We just had to keep going straight all along after all.
And besides for getting home at a decent hour, I got a little lesson to share with you.
Edit: I guess some people didn’t fully grasp my metaphor. I hate explaining them, it’s like explaining a joke and it loses its “Aha!” But for the sake of being understood, here’s what I meant:
Sometimes in life you’re looking for a sign, signal, that this is where you’re supposed to be going.
Or you know where you’re headed, you just can’t find the sign or the right path.
So we veer of course trying to “find the sign” that will indicate to move foward,
and then we see the sign isn’t coming, so we retrace our steps, get back on the original path and go down a bit
and the sign comes.
You should have just continued straight all along.
You just gotta hold out a little longer and have a little faith.
This post is guest written by my friend (and frequent commenter) Manly Lips/ Jennifer. It was written by my desperate request, because my mind is drawing a blank and I did want to leave you guys with nothing. Enjoy!
My lovely friend asked me to post a piece of written art
I wanted to refuse, but I just didn’t have the heart
She said that I can write of any topic that I choose
As long as it’s half-normal, a post that she can use
I thought a bit about it, staring at my screen
Weighing all my options – what was it between?
Should I write about my married life?
Nah, they’ll find it boring.
Stories of my kinderlach?
Ha! They’ll soon be snoring.
Dating stories? Oh dear, no – way too overused
College woes? I think not – none will be amused
What I need right now is a chunk of nice free time
With homework done, apartment clean – preferably before 9
Babies sleeping, me relaxing – well rested and fed
Cuddled up and cozy in my nice, warm, comfy bed
THEN I’ll have the stamina to fulfill this task
To think of something newsworthy – to do as I was asked
But, oh well, I’m quite afraid that to me it seems
The above will occur but only in my dreams. GOOD NIGHT!
For those who cared to have notice, posts of mine have been featured in the past three Haveil Havalim, the latest one up at Here in HP, check it out.
Ummm…I’m trying to figure out how I feel about it…well it’s flattering that my posts made it, but considering I’m the one who submitted it, not so much so. Tooting my own horn is a bit awkward for me, but if nobody will, I have to, to move myself forward.
You don’t know how hesitant I was to submit my first post.
There’s the fear of rejection.
The fear of “do I measure up”.
The fear of being to too full of myself, arrogant, and boastful that I’m submitting my own piece
…but then I did and it wasn’t so scary, and I was featured…three times…is that a reflection on my writing, or Haveil Havelim isn’t a really a standard?
Going back to “tooting your own horn”, I wanted to know how people feel about that. Should people propel themselves forward by their own energy, or should let people do it for them…or course there’s a balance, but what is it? I’m really not comfortable with the idea of selling yourself…maybe that’s why I’m not so big on the whole shidduch information thing…
In the meantime…I made it, apparently, so what’s the next step? Have I reached my zenith, or am I just holding myself back with self-doubt masking as modesty?
Woah, was it windy today.
There is something so exhilarating about walking against the wind. You know you’re going somewhere because you’re aware of every labored step. I may have walked in this direction every day, and it’s almost rote, but today there’s something pushing me in the opposite direction, yet I keep my course, because my goal is now so much more apparent; I’m calculating the steps till I reach it. It’s hard, long, I sway and falter at times, but I’m still going in the right direction.
So many times in life, everything is good, everything is just fine, and we live our lives. And it because rote. And we don’t feel like were doing anything, like we’ve stagnated somehow. Some reason or purpose is gone.
Then come the pressuring wind pushing us in the opposite direction, a direction that is not our own, that doesn’t serve our purpose and is in fact quite backward. It is now that our rote steps take on meaning. We are conscience of every move we make and the course it will take us. Our goal is now so much more apparent; we’re calculating the steps till we reach it. We sway and falter at time, but we’re still going in the right direction. And now we have reason why.
I’m suffering from a quasi writer’s block. So I’m copping out and posting a MEME that Tembow tagged me in a while ago. It’s half serious, half, well, not so.
Basically I had to complete the sentences…I’m not tagging anyone, but feel free to complete it in the comments section.
1. I wish I could…always be consistent in my thoughts and actions, and go sky diving
2. My biggest fear is…to live the life that happens to me and not the one I make, and that my bangs will turn me into helmet head if not blown properly
3. I hate to…doubt myself and sit at computer screen blankly watching the cursor blink on and off and I don’t know what to write
4. I love…getting answers, and being right
5. Today I will…read, and eat, and sleep
6. Yesterday I…slept A LOT
7. My hair is…the best ever, you should be jealous of me. Really
8. I will never…be stupid, or cute (I became cute to my students because I’m young butthat doesn’t really count.