Learning the lessons of doing that which must be done, dealing with realities of that-which-is. Everything that occurs seems to be a testing, thank Goodness we get multiple goes. If I can truly try my best, I am doing well.
Writhing out of my duties is my weakness, greed, even for a grain more than is fair, slovenly levels of sloth, neglect of my chosen curriculum, the temptations of (seemingly) easy lies over uncomfortable truths.
I fear failure so much that I either never begin, or move so slow as to never finish. Unfortunately, for fools like me, existance has its own deadlines built in.
This is my first real blog post. I am finally beginning to understand weblogs' functions in society. It's just like the old days before the term was invented for online diary/journal sites, before such things became fashionable.
Farewell, Traveller. =)
x ~ Morgan