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Wow, who's that girl?

Just thought I'd have a look back to some of my first entries. Amazing how not matter how time passes, emotions can come right back up to the surface with a few written words.

Here was one of the first entries I ever wrote. I still believe this is true, for those of you who are pondering the idea of starting again. I had a lot of support but I had a lot of these too:

Ah the cynics. You have to wonder why it is they think it won't happen. I think deep down they really want you to fail. They disguise it mostly with suggestions as to what you can do or bring up a lot of 'what if' scenarios - like they actually care.

But deep down, they don't want to think this will be THAT easy.I'm not expecting it to be a walk in the park but I'm being intelligent enough to know what I will risk and what my limits are. I would say so far the hardest part has been the cynics. This is something I'm so excited about. I've never felt more focussed on something extra-ciricular in my life. But I must remember that not everyone is going to be excited for me. Some won't care. Some will be green with envy - I know that feeling cause I've been there.

Some may simply be bothered by the fact that beginning this adventure really was so doable. I guess it's easier to think that it's impossible to do something then to come to the realization that all you had to do was try.

I'm glad I listened to my mom (see first post)

Comments

Troy Freeman said…
Hey Abby...it's funny reading some of your posts. I haven't known you personally for a long time and I still think of you when I did know you back in High school. Reading your posts you sound so grown up. It really is quite funny. You have some interesting views, and have a good hand for writing...I'll continue to check your blog to see what you are up to. Bye for now
Anonymous said…
ha ha Troy..yes, university made me bitter and twisted...looking forward to reading about your adventures...:)

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