Feeling the need for a challenge, I chose to attend college. There seemed to be a lack in my life, I was feeling as though a sense of self accomplishment was not being maintained. It was like staring at a blank canvas, knowing that something belongs there, but what? This yearning was enforced by inspiration from my wifey, along with my down time due to having a busted kneecap. Along with the repairing surgery and extended recovery.
As with any desire, the starting process is the most draining. My dealings with paper work and the administrators reminded me of spitting in the wind, every effort I put forth boomeranged with a vengeance. Undeterred wifey made sure that I let it go. There were times when my skewed reception of what was said or explained felt like a personal attack. But in reality it was an unwarranted defensive mechanism within me. Once I was approved my goal began to seem attainable.
For every desire we crave or every goal we wish to achieve was inspired by something or someone. For me, it happened like this. I have been witness to the joy my wifey has shown in passing a test, getting a good grade on a report. Along with the pride of completing a course or receiving her degree. And not to mention pulling all niters and dealing with my man-child tendencies.
Her undoubting motivation at the mention of my returning to school helped me to initiate and maintain the furtherance of academia. Yet much to my chagrin, there have also been instances of chastisement. Getting me to push myself is not a feasible task. Sometimes it takes stern words, wrinkles in the forehead and maybe a bucket of ice water. But this is the type motivation incurs within the walls of the “Castle Colter.”
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