In weakness, I am strong?
I TOOK my power in my hand
And went against the world;
'Twas not so much as David had,
But I was twice as bold
I aimed my pebble, but myself
Was all the one that fell.
Was it Goliath was too large,
Or only I too small?
I was preparing a class, when I came across this poem. I feel so much like this imitation of David in the poem. I puff myself up with courage and then find myself falling backwards. Have you ever felt that way?
I think I've been thinking of that lately, since I've realized that I haven't done the things I set out to do this semester. Actually, scratch that, I haven't done anything I've wanted to in the past two years. The amazing thing, these complete failures, have turned into great experiences. However, I'm frustrated at my latest venture. When I finally got the courage to give up my somehwhat unrealistic dream in the career of nursing, I find myself in this new rut. I am in love with art and writing. So, my goal was to stop doing Nursing school and get involved in art. Drawing, painting, photography, writing... Unfortunately, the new job I got, made it impossible for me to take these classes. My hours are so crazy, that even if I tried, I wouldn't be able to fit these classes into the hours I have to spare. I get home so tired, that I barely do anything all day.
So I was excited when I started Spanish classes! It's something I've been wanting to do for years, and since I have a fellow teacher who offered to give me classes for a cheaper price, I jumped on it.
Sometimes things don't go as you'd like them to, but maybe something better comes up. Then you pick yourself up again, and keep going. Yes, maybe I'm too weak, but I can still try throwing a pebble a little harder the next time.