There comes a time where I just get absolutely sick of waiting. It was like this while waiting for the birth of my children. I hit a point where I want nothing more than to move onto the next step, to begin the next stage of life. That is where I am right now.
As of February 6th I'll be embarking on a new project, the chance to try to out write thirteen other contestants in a reality show style contest. I have no idea of what to think having even been selected. I figured that I would put in for the chance and take the rejection knowing that at least I had tried. But instead I was contacted by the person running the contest, Author David Wellington.
Now, I'm not a small man by any means, I'm six feet tall and weigh well over two hundred pounds. I have a beard and consider myself manly enough. Yet when I got that e-mail saying that I was going to be one of the contestants I wanted to squeal like a little girl. I have no shame in saying this, but now it has left me waiting for this to start.
One of these days, I will learn patience. One of these days I'll not wish for some kind of instant gratification of my efforts. I'll actually find more productive ways to occupy my time than to sit here waiting. But that will probably have to be tomorrow. For now, bring on the Fear Project.
Twitter: @TravColeman
For more information on the fear project check out this site.
www.davidwellingtonsfearproject.com
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