Time to be Real

Im tired.

I’m 27 years old. And I have nothing to show for my life.

Okay, I have a great family life, a wife, a puppy, and a good apartment. So I’ve been blessed with all the best.

But…

As far as my successes go, I’ve got nothing.

I’ve played piano for almost 20 years now, but I’m no leader of a band or group.

I’ve been going through college for eight years now, trying to earn one degree. Nothing.

I loooove to write. Out of anything, I would want to write for a living and/or have published books under my name. But I’m not stylish enough for anyone to give me a chance.

I’ve worked ever since I was 17. I’ve had to work to pay through school, and to pay for other bills. So my mind and time has always been split. Ten years of this!

Now I’m an apprentice electrician driving through five states in one week for a paycheck. No time for school anymore. And I need the rest of my time for sleep and spending my first year with my wife.

If I’ve ever felt lost. It’s nothing compared to now.

Honestly, the happiest I’ve ever been is at Gamestop. I never excelled immediately or had so many people admire me, or have an easy chance to advance up than there. It really makes me want to go back there, and the thought of being manager thrills the desire to be a leader deep inside me.

But I don’t know how to get there from where I am.

If there’s anyone out there who has been there, I feel for you. There’s articles of others out there who have made it, so we are in the journey. I’m not giving up because the finish line is out there somewhere. It’s just not my time I suppose.

And if there’s anyone out there reading this, and has an idea for me, I would love to hear it!

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