There’s a song lyric or a movie quote that usually starts the idea of a blog post in my mind. This time around a song brings me to the keyboard and it is “The Gambler” by Kenny Rogers.
To write the unwritten – it’s a challenge I’ve been given in on my of classes. Most of my creative writing up until this point has been generally derivative of something else I started but never finished. It actually hit me as I was riding home on the light rail that the requirement that whatever we produce within class must be original and fresh – it was a bucket of ice water to the head. I’ve been rewriting, redoing, reinventing the same grouping of stories for the better part of five years or so – and I’ve never really struck out on my own.
First days. They are always full of surprises. They’re never the same as the others in your life – always uniquely fascinating to experience. And so, my first day back in full time college is in the books. And my what a day.
At long last the day has arrived.
Tomorrow is the first day of school for a multitude of folks. Freshman who were seniors just a few months ago will step foot into classrooms and start down the next road in their educational journey. Books will be opened, notes will be taken and most of all – the future will begin to learn how to change the world in various small and big ways.
There are plenty of things that go through your mind as the days get closer and closer to a big event. Lots of wondering if this was the right call. Plenty of questioning if you chose the right area of study. And the doubts of whether or not you’ll fit in with the students in your classes. Going back and forth on if you actual have the intestinal fortitude to complete this journey. And ultimately it requires you to take all of those things and simply take a deep breath. These are the things I have to let go of – and walk into dealing with the stuff that matters.
It’s here. The last seven days of freedom before this thing…this idea that I’ve put my hopes and dreams on – before it kicks on the thrusters and begins the epic journey to the moon. Sixteen credit hours await me starting next Monday and I start taking the long way home. A twelve year journey finally comes full circle.
How does one of the verses from the opening song to “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum” go? I had to google it, but it goes like this,
“Something familiar something peculiar something for everyone.”