You know how sometimes you relate better to metaphorical phrases than to actual ideas. Yeah, well, I know people ride horses. Those metaphorical kind. And we ride a shit ton of them. Only when I say “ride” I might mean that you have your foot caught on the saddle and it’s dragging you across a rocky plain until your nothing but a bloody stump of an appeadage wearing a boot. Right now, that’s pretty much how I feel.
Lately, a few of my horses are getting out of control, and of course one of them is WAY ahead. That’s the one I’ve got my foot stuck on. My horse is named Academia. You knew one of my horses had a textbook strapped to it’s back, didn’t you? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never gotten below a C in my life, and only one of those happened in college. Yet somehow, it always kills me. I’ve known for a few years now that maybe traditional college wasn’t the right choice for me. Which leads me to not really attending vigiliantly. I get all my work and reading done (I’m actually a week ahead on it). I just can’t seem to, you know, show up to class.
Continuing the metaphor, they say it’s not that you fall off the horse, but that you climb back on. I’m not going to let some horse kick my ass. I’m the one with the riding crop, damn it. So, for the month of February, I’m going to attend every class. No matter how tired I am, no matter how sick I feel, no matter how much I’d rather stay at home and vigorously do nothing, I’m going to drag my lazy, unmotivated butt to class. Actually, to show I’m not completely hopeless, I started today.
I’m actually pretty excited about this. Not the going to class part, but the fact that I’ve finally started doing monthly challenges. I’ve wanted to do them for years, but haven’t found the… well, motivation. I like to think January’s challenge was surviving. I succeeded. I’ve got a small list of other challenges I’d like to try, not all about self-improvement really. I’m just curious about how they might affect my life. Not to upset the optimists out there, many are self-empowering and all that jazz too. Let’s see how next month goes, shall we?






