There are so many things out there that I want to do with my life. It’s hard for me to just choose a single thing and focus on one goal. I’ve spoken about this before.

In class, on campus, and in the eyes of some people I’ve run across on the street or through mutual acquaintances the ones who are go getters, or “goalies” as I call them sound different, speak different, act different. They carry books and have bags. As opposed to me and my old, dusty, patchouli -smelling backpack thing. They dress differently. As opposed to me and my old grungy patchouli smelling rolling stones shirt, cut offs, and flip flops. Do they all live in this fervently stiff (oxymoron?) character? I suppose character is the wrong word but.. it sure does seem like a character is being played when peering from across the room while everyone is wondering “who smells like dirt?” (it’s me)

It seems like the more I look around the more I realize I am surrounded by those who have so much focus. focus on life, focus of career, focus on how to achieve their personal Mt. Everest. It’s odd to think that when inspiration, or determination rather, hits you that you physically change in shape. an amoeba becomes solid. It’s wonderful to see in some odd aspect but it’s also a sight to see me, sticking out like a sore thumb in a room full of focus. Wandering through a plethora of subjects.

If college were kindergarten, they would be handed my gold stars left and right though. I speak up. I give answers. I have my comp professor raising his eyebrow.. in the good way. So far so good, right? So maybe “focus” is secondary to aspiration. Or inspiration rather. It’s okay to be a dreamer.