Me

I have discovered the purpose of a blog. I may not have all that many posts. But they give me the inspiration for myself that I so desperately need right now. Because what am I but a sum of my memories? Of the feelings that I once felt that I will probably feel again? Nothing is irrelevant and everything matters. I am the wild angel, the uncaged bird, the powerful tiger, and the loyal dog. I am me and I always will be. Time may change what I think but my feelings are mine and they always will be. For what else can I be but me?
Staring college in the face, I realize that this is my opportunity to spread those wings that have been crippled by decisions others have made for me. My decisions now will affect the rest of my  life.
One of my earlier posts spoke about fighting the tide that was sweeping me along my life. I'm ready for the tide now. From here on out, my life will be a whirlwind of triumph and failures. Do I want to fail? No, of course not. No sane person does. I want to be the best and prove I am the best. I have the pride that will push me to go far and tth faith to know that I can be me and a me that people will love.
I was never meant to sit back. I was born to lead and lead I shall.

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

I seem to have been on a hiatus, much like Sherlock. Oh, well. This isn't for anyone but me. Rather cathartic.
But, as is always the case when I turn to the written word to express that which lurks, I'm feeling rather conflicted. This time, and I dearly hope that no one ever sees this, it is on matters of the heart. Since celebrities were a thing, there have been passing fans, casual fans, fans, biggest fans and obssessed fans, now known collectively as fan girls. I fear I am straying into this last category with a British actor. I've already descended into those depths with the British show Doctor Who. But it seems to me that the British Isles is the only place that produces things that can knock the logic I so carefully adhere clean out of the water. I've always felt that I am perhaps a genetic throwback to the British branches of my family tree. The liking tea thing at the age of eight when neither of my parents do should have tipped me off that I was not like the rest of my red-blooded American family. While, yes, I do enjoy typically American things, British things have always held a strong allure. I'm also an accent mimicker, if that is such a word. My own naturally adapts to whatever I'm hearing. The different accents of the British Isles? Picked up far more readily and rapidly. I've also made some changes to my career plans that my immediate family does not agree with. I'm going to fight to become an actor. I can do it. I know I can. I have a great imagination, I can lie, and I've got more than two facial expressions, even when I'm completely exhausted. I'm also not afraid of hard work. Hell, the past two years of my life with school have been nothing but spirit crushing work. And I. Didn't. Quit.
But that doesn't stop me dreaming a foolish dream. I'll fulfill part of it. The other part will doubtless go unfulfilled.