College Applications and Sylvester Stallone

Cherish here!

It's been awhile, and my last post was pretty down, so I thought I'd finally climb back on the bandwagon and liven things up here. So here we are, dusting off the cyber-cobwebs. How have you all been? I've been much better lately. Although being me, much better still has a whole lot of stress.
I've been filling out college applications and I've run aground on these essays. I am having the worst of times trying to write these stupid things. I don't know why it's so difficult to do. Probably the stress of my future hinging on whether I write about Star Trek or my experiences with community service. Which is stressful! But I digress. I'll get it. Seattle University's early action deadline is November 15th, so I've a few weeks left. I just need to kick it in to gear. I'm also applying to Seattle Pacific University, the University of Maine, and Western Washington University.
I remember when I was a little girl, playing pirate ship on an oversized green hammock. I miss those carefree days. I miss living in Seattle. With luck things will come around soon and I'll be back there. I look forward to the future, but I'm also terrified of it. I lie awake at night with butterflies in my stomach just thinking about the world of possibilities open for me.
At my leadership training/volunteer activity today we had a guest speaker come in who could be making obscene amounts of money doing the job she went to college for. Instead she makes good money as a DJ and event planner, having recently retired from her longtime occupation as Giggles the Clown. She had quite the story and I was inspired by her. She did what she wanted to do, and she was happy doing so. She never stopped giving back to her community. In short she was living the dream, just maybe not the American dream as it's usually interpreted, better I think.
I watched a documentary today on Sylvester Stallone and the making of the Expendables. He's really an incredible person. He's so dedicated. He said something, when they had finished filming and were walking away from set for the last time. The place would not be there tomorrow. The island of Vilena no longer existed. Everything was gone forever. There is no tomorrow, no second chances. It's gone. You only have one chance. He said this as he limped off set with a concussion, injured back, and torn ligament having just filmed the physically intensive final battle scenes. He said that he didn't want to talk to his grandchildren one day and have to tell them he didn't finish it, that he failed. I am so inspired by him.
Now it's back to work fishing for the right words in an ocean of verbiage to get me into the college of my dreams.

Cherish out!