Ready Steady

It's very difficult for me to write blog posts. To even say something that goes over 300 words and is about my reflections; I would say it's more than the mere bane of my existence if only I could describe it better.

But in the end, I'm not much of a writer. Can't connect the dots that are my floating thoughts...can't do it. Not clearly and certainly without much insight. I'm not a journalist nor even a blogger. I'm no media maid nor can I really go on an angry rant when I overhear two people wonder what the hell World War II was about.

My battery is running low so I'll keep this blog relatively short.

I don't know how I feel about not being accepted to Teach for America. In a sense, it's a big shot to my ego which fluctuates wildly from, "You're not so bad." to "Dude, you suck. Also, you're pretty short." Truthfully, it was something I was still questioning and maybe it's a blessing in this disguise but heck, it would've been nice to have been invited to the party anyway.

So where I am now is back to square one. I'm waiting for a CAA internship (which I've been told I should hear from during the first week of April), but those are my very limited prospects at this moment. Rejection is something I've come across more often this year or at the least, there are things not panning out the way I had envisioned. At moments like these, I wish I was more of a religious boy. But in moments like these, there are so many things to be thankful for. Forgetting all the good things in your life when the shit hits the fan is the easy way out. Seeing the good amidst the bad. Now there's your insight. Ready and steady, fella. Ready to rocksteady.