I read a few weeks ago that in order to have a popular blog, you should not write about yourself and you should be resourceful (write about a particular topic like baking or writing, etc…). Someone else told me I had to define my audience…
I tried to do this. I failed. Why is that?
“I would rather be hated for who I am, than being loved for who I’m not.”
I write for others, true. But I mostly write for myself. This is my online diary if you will. I’m still working up the courage to write about deeper issues like overcome bulimia or alcoholism, but “change is a process, not an event”.
I’m thinking about going back to college. Maybe get a Master’s Degree or a second BA. I don’t know yet.
I’m waiting for the Glee Auditions to be over (hopefully I’ll get a call back), and also waiting on the Alicia Keys’ Head Blogger contest.
I’m waiting on a full time job at Walmart. I decided that financial insecurity is a dream killer as well. I remembered “The Pursuit of Happyness”. How this one guy goes through so much trouble in order to get his life together. He committed. He endured. He persevered. And he succeeded.
I go back to reading Jack Canfield every now and then. I think about The Secret. I think about Ghandi, about Lennon…I think about Dr. Bob and Bill W. I think about every single human being that has made a difference in this world, and I too want to become part of that history.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get to be on Glee. To work for Alicia Keys. To be a famous writer, or a famous singer. I definitely don’t know what next week will bring me. I never have. I never will.
But what I do know is this,
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.