Movin’ On… Someday

Sometimes it’s so hard to “let go,” but oh so necessary.  People keep asking me why I do some of the things I do — (as if they don’t do things I wonder about).  For instance, I’ve still got family treasures in storage — stuff from my days back in the St. Louis Metropolitan Area. 

Why is that you ask?  Well, I’ll tell you — it’s because there’s no room for my treasures in this dinky trailer I share in Haleburg with my ex-mother-in-law.  Someday (when I’m rich and famous) I’m going to pull them from storage and surround myself with them just like Mary Kate did in The Quiet Man because I, too, have years of happiness and tears in those treasures and I want them!

Meanwhile I’m plugging along entering contests and getting my voice “out there” in my blog and in other ways, such as networking on Facebook and Twitter and posting on others blogs.  The point is:  I’m not giving up on pursuing my dreams, and neither should you!

A perfect example of what can happen if you persevere is Sean Kirkpatrick who recently got his “big break” by winning the Big Break Contest.  Now what do you think would have happened if he’d got tired of struggling and given up?  Jessica Gardner wrote an interesting article for Backstage Magazine about Sean’s struggles in the movie business.  I’ve added a link if you would like to read it.

http://www.backstage.com/bso/content_display/news-and-features/e3ia391d2564576f36332675f91eb4b3532

The point that I’m trying to make is:  “Never give up!  Never surrender!” as Galaxy Quest’s Captain Peter Quincy Taggart would say.

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About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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One Response to Movin’ On… Someday

  1. There are many boxes that say books but there are only four or five books I need right now and going through 20 boxes to find them all of course trapped back at the very rear of the unit would be a real time absorber..So how is my storage unit a metaphor for my life?.First its in disarray. Im guessing an x-ray of my brain would look a lot like the inside of my storage unit.

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