Monday, 18 May 2009


At the beginning of this year I wrote in my journal (for one of my classes) about how I felt like I was standing at the top of a cliff looking down. Peering through the layer of fog at what could be below. I felt like I was getting ready to jump and wondering if at the bottom there would be a lovely pile of paper-backs to catch me or would I get torn apart by the jagged rocks of procrastination and self doubt.
I got over it and finished my degree. You all know I'm a worrier by now and to be honest I never thought I could do it really.
Now it's all over, I stand at the bottom waiting for a certificate to fall gently down from above, I look out at the horison and see how the ground falls away into an expance of cliff tops with even thicker layers of fog blinding me to my fate below.
It will never end will it? If I want more from my life it will never end...
I will always be staring down into plumes of mist and fog wondering what's next.


  1. Ah yes the fog. I live in a thick cloud of it sometimes. But it will get thinner, and you;ll start to see the road in front of you, honest.

  2. "The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same and still retain the ability to function...One should, for example, see that things are hopeless yet be determined to make them otherwise." ---F. Scott Fitzgerald