Crossroads

In light of the recent news concerning the acceptance in to my dream school, I have found myself at a crossroads of sorts.  Fort Worth has been good to me as I actually "like" it here more so than upon my first arrival over five years ago.  Believe me, I hated it here, was miserable beyond comprehension, and I didn't care who knew it.  In the time since, I have grown comfortable, if not complacent, in living in Fort Worth.  Acceptance, mixed with a little bit of resignation, has a lot to do with it.  Upon reflection, it is amazing how life can come full circle.  In the movie Mr. Holland's Opus, the title character reflects about his impending forced retirement.  He emotionally states how he was brought into the gig of teaching "kicking and screaming," while now, years later, he can't imagine performing any other career.  To some extent, this is the place I find myself.  To answer my own question, I must jettison the flotation devices of comfort and familiarity in order to experience growth and change in life.  What happened to the yearning sense of adventure which formerly marked my life?  Have I lost my edge?  Have I turned the wildness of man's soul into a blunt object never to cut a swath, a path, on this journey experiencing excitement and new horizons ever again?  WAKE UP!  In the years gone by, I would rail against sleepwalking through life.  Now I discover, to my horror, I am a victim of the very state I abhorred.  As I rouse my slothful and slumbering soul to life, I must rise to the challenge of the situation.  Who knows, I might be surprised what this sleeping giant is capable of as ordained and anointed by my Lover God.  If I'm not moving forward, I will find myself regressing.  Stagnation has no place in this life.  Onward!

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