Many of us, myself included, sit around waiting for life to come and 'get' us. We think that if we wish hard enough, without doing anything constructive, life will reward us with our desires. Then we get all bent out of shape when things fall apart.
That's why I love creative people. We know early o'clock that we have to make our miracles happen. Nothing is handed to you in a lottery ticket! And if the truth be told many people with under valued or under appreciated wealth are really very unhappy and would give it all away for a simpler happier time in their life. I should know!
When I first left school, I wanted so badly to be a Sport reporter that I followed my dream and found my way into working for both daily newspapers in Trinidad and later for the Caribbean News Agency.
I was young and unqualified and while management took advantage of my youth, I gained valuable lessons, the most important of which is "Create YOUR OWN Miracle!"
I did assignments that none of the senior reporters wanted, took the insults of coaches, listened to the jeers of fans and groundsmen, but I smiled through all of that until I could do better.
While other people were sitting around moping about situations not going their way, I got out there and began making the transition to force the universe to go MY WAY and I was doing good until I fell into the trap into which we all fall; thinking that life will even out circumstance and that I could stop trying and start living. Somehow I too lost my way.
I began waiting for the universe to hand me it's left overs. Praying and waiting for something right to go my way. Yet when I thought my prayers were answered, it turned out to be a nightmare from hell.
I am at another juncture now. I still pray, but I am done waiting. I am claiming back the me I used to be, confident that I am prepared for this challenge and knowing that I will accomplish the goal I have set out to achieve for this month of October but only if all of me is in this battle.
I've been through my Joseph days. I've been thrown in the pit by my brothers, lied about, lied on, disbelieved, lied too, treated unfairly, forgotten by those I have tried to help, isolated and despised for being me. I have cried and prayed, asked God why and cried some more. I've made bricks without straw and felt the tasks master's whip on my back and there is no deliverer in sight.
Don't know if I have lived through my seven plagues yet but I am sure there will be a Red Sea Moment somewhere in my future; the escape before the great escape! But come Red Sea or not at the end of October I will be standing on new ground, looking on from the banks of my Red Sea as its waters crash over every Egyptian that has pursued me.
Can I hear an Amen!
That's why I love creative people. We know early o'clock that we have to make our miracles happen. Nothing is handed to you in a lottery ticket! And if the truth be told many people with under valued or under appreciated wealth are really very unhappy and would give it all away for a simpler happier time in their life. I should know!
When I first left school, I wanted so badly to be a Sport reporter that I followed my dream and found my way into working for both daily newspapers in Trinidad and later for the Caribbean News Agency.
I was young and unqualified and while management took advantage of my youth, I gained valuable lessons, the most important of which is "Create YOUR OWN Miracle!"
I did assignments that none of the senior reporters wanted, took the insults of coaches, listened to the jeers of fans and groundsmen, but I smiled through all of that until I could do better.
While other people were sitting around moping about situations not going their way, I got out there and began making the transition to force the universe to go MY WAY and I was doing good until I fell into the trap into which we all fall; thinking that life will even out circumstance and that I could stop trying and start living. Somehow I too lost my way.
I began waiting for the universe to hand me it's left overs. Praying and waiting for something right to go my way. Yet when I thought my prayers were answered, it turned out to be a nightmare from hell.
I am at another juncture now. I still pray, but I am done waiting. I am claiming back the me I used to be, confident that I am prepared for this challenge and knowing that I will accomplish the goal I have set out to achieve for this month of October but only if all of me is in this battle.
I've been through my Joseph days. I've been thrown in the pit by my brothers, lied about, lied on, disbelieved, lied too, treated unfairly, forgotten by those I have tried to help, isolated and despised for being me. I have cried and prayed, asked God why and cried some more. I've made bricks without straw and felt the tasks master's whip on my back and there is no deliverer in sight.
Don't know if I have lived through my seven plagues yet but I am sure there will be a Red Sea Moment somewhere in my future; the escape before the great escape! But come Red Sea or not at the end of October I will be standing on new ground, looking on from the banks of my Red Sea as its waters crash over every Egyptian that has pursued me.
Can I hear an Amen!
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