The Catch Up.

This will be the first of many posts that are to catch up on my past assignments. Have no fear, I will have all of them done by the time requested.

This post is for the missing Week 5 prompts (which is just one.)

"Basketball is like war in that offensive weapons are developed first, and it always takes a while for the defense to catch up."
Red Auerbach

Prompt 25. 

I keep waiting to get an email. Hell, it probably won't even be an email, as nothing that comes from the school ever is. Well, not unless you count all of the times I get alerts that are posts from Goldfine, or when they need me to do something about my goddamned financial aid (which they have all of the paperwork on file for - I swear that their staff is incompetent). It will probably come in the form of a letter that will inevitably arrive late, causing whatever action that needs to take place a waste of time, as school is almost over. In a way, I am relieved. I have unburdened myself of the weight of the culinary arts program, and I am, all at once, both relieved and curious about my future. The letter that I'm waiting for is going to be a warning of missed days, due to the fact that I haven't shown up to class in two weeks. 

And why should I, really? After having given it ample thought, I have decided that I want to focus more on my writing. I'm semi-decent at it, enjoy it and aside from cooking (which had only ever been a job to me in the first place) it's something that I've consistently done throughout my life. I feel that it's high time that I do something for myself that I actually enjoy, and not something that will simply earn me a paycheck. For all that's worth, I could be working at a fucking gas station for the rest of my days. 

I'm sure that the world at large won't be too shocked when word of this gets around. I am, after all, known for my uncanny ability to move on from project to project. My attentions are limited, and cannot be spread too thin, after all. 

As I wait for the proverbial hammer to fall, I study. 

Unbeknownst to the world at large, I have been planning. Plotting my eventual coup on the the one thing that  has been my bread and butter (ah, the puns!) for so long. Yes, this is not the typical me; wasting time and doing things on impulse. 

I've figured out that the only way to truly achieve the success that I desire is by careful planning. It has dawned on me that most of the credits that I've been earning are essentially worthless to me, so the first step was to enroll in nothing but classes that offer transfer credits. As it currently stands, I'm all registered and ready to go. The next step was a little more complicated. I had to figure out where I would go that wouldn't require me moving, as I have little to no money. Which means that moving and completing a four year degree would be out of the picture. That plan is still in the works, but I have an eye on a couple of places. 

The liberation here is astounding. I never quite feel as free as when I'm doing something that completely takes me out of "the comfort zone." The fact that the horizon is blurred and seemingly out of reach has awakened a sense of adventure and promise within me. 

Oh, I can just hear the bullshit now, though. 

"This is what you always do," some might say.

"You don't want to have any commitment in your life, so you jump from place to place, project to project, never having to fulfill any of these unobtainable goals."

Unfortunately,  I don't subscribe well to most philosophy. It would seem to me that once a goal is reached, it becomes a moot point. I would have to say that working towards a goal is probably the best feeling in the world. After all, many people out there in the vast expanses of the world in which we live fail at goals all of the time. That doesn't mean that what they have done in the time between starting and failing the goal wasn't a wonderful or positive experience. But I digress....

So now I'm just waiting. 

Waiting for that letter to come. Waiting for my GPA to plummet. Waiting for that crash that always heralds my greatest climbs. I find it hard to shine without darkness present.