Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Time Marches On


Je m'appelle Mindy Blanchard. Je suis de Pont Breaux, Louisiane. J'habite à Louisiane maintenant. (My name is Mindy Blanchard. I am from Breaux Bridge, Louisiana. I live in Louisiana.)

Je suis amèricaine. Je parle anglais et un peu français. Je ne suis pas parle espagnol. Je pense que le français est difficile et intèressant. (I am American. I speak English and a little French. I do not speak Spanish. I think that French is difficult and interesting.)

Je suis ètudiante a l’universitè. Je suis dans le cours de français le semester. Je ne suis pas dans un autre cours. Je travaille aussi. Je travaille tous le jours souvent le matin, l’après-midi, et le soir. (I am a student at the university. I am in French class this semester. I am not taking any other class. I work, also. I work every day often in the morning, in the afternoon, and at night.)

Aujourdhui, c’est mardi. Il est minuit et demi. Je suis fatigue. (Today is Tuesday. It is 12:30 AM. I am tired.)

It has been a very long week. Yes I know, its only Tuesday. I was playing around on my computer yesterday (those that know and love me know that I do not get along with electronics and technology.) Well I managed to lose just about all of the extras on this darn blog. I had to try to recreate what I had lost, but I know I lost a bunch of great blogs that I had found along the way. Hopefully, I find time and a way to locate those once more. It took hours to set everything up again. So I really hope ya'll like the new layout, cause I'm not ever changing it again! lol

I live for being busy. With too much time on my hands I never know what to do with it. If my schedule is jam-packed with plans, I manage to stay right on track. The pace nearly kills me, though. I made an offer for another project that I really didn't have time for. As luck would have it, I was shot down. So I don't have to feel obligated to make the world a better place. That's for others, I guess.

I find that I am covered in fear of one form or another. Some days I'm afraid I'll wake up and realize that I've spent x amount of years running around in one or more directions but never actually made it anywhere. Some days I think that I have great potential, which I'll never realize because I never had the time to do the one thing I love, writing. I dream big. Sometimes bigger than I believe I can deliver. Other days, I feel like the world is mine for the living. I have a plan and I'm inching my way toward it, gaining ground each and every day.

Basically what I'm saying is that I'm afraid I'm in a constant state of confusion. And if I don't know what's up in my life, then who else will? This is definitely one of my hardest semesters. I have acquired more responsibilities in my writing, my jobs, my school, etc., and for each responsibility I gain, something has to give. It's usually the one thing I'm supposed to be working toward. I guess I struggle with feeling like I'm not a writer if I can't write. It's hard to be a great writer, if you never actually write. It's hard to be a successful writer, if you never actually try. What if I lose it all? What if I find I have time to write yet no stories to tell, no words and characters to speak to me? I shudder to imagine.

I have to find some kind of common ground in this So Called Life. I need balance. Maybe I should take up Yoga. lol

Until next time. Ciao!



Angie Kay Dilmore said...

Balance is the key. Before I even got to your last line, I kept thinking "balance" as I read your post. Speaking of balance, there's a lot of that in yoga. You'd love it!

Anonymous said...

Thanks Angie,

I tried yoga. too much breathing - how is it possible to breath wrong? I don't know but I was always breathing the wrong way.

Maybe I'm more coordinated now - lol - I'll have to give it another shot.


Anonymous said...

My goodness girl, I am so proud of your exposure. Look at you! So real! How beautiful!~RR