The Wall.

My plate has never been this full. I have been working deadline against deadline for the past week. I am amazed at how much yipyap I've been doing. It's only been over a week since I started school, for crying out loud!

After a recent pick-me upper type of conversation with a good artist friend, I've realized that I am now feeling the edges of the limits that used to define me. If I don't break past my limits, then all my efforts would crumble down and amount to nothing. No change will be attained.

And without change, there wouldn't be movement or progression.

She shared her personal experience she had while scaling a wall. She told me that there was a time where she was dead tired and that she had wanted to give up, but then again she thought: "Why would I quit now?".

And so, WHY WOULD I QUIT NOW? Is there any God given reason why I shouldn't grab the bull by its horns and wrestle it down to the ground? Half the battle's been won already. I'm already in film school taking acting classes and all things artsy this fall.

I have to confess that the thing that I dread the most is for someone to tell me that I don't deserve my talent (aka swagger). If that happens, I might as well crawl under a rock and hide in shame.

BRING IT, I say. I can do this, and beautifully at that.