Encouragement

There's still time

by olive Ngoe
04/05/11
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THERE’S STILL TIME
The first three months of the year have flown by in their usual fashion and we can say that we are done with the first quarter of the year. If you are like me probably you had a little book somewhere, you had written your resolutions for this year. I retrieve mine from where it has lain, clear the dust it has gathered and take a look at it. Needless to say, when I compare where I am and where I should be, I am overwhelmed by what still needs to be done- and there is a nagging doubt at the back of my head as I wonder if I will manage it at all, if I will ever get anything done. And as I go through the motion I slowly feel a cloud of helplessness and paralysis take over from the sunshine that has kept me going these three months. And I begin the woe is me routine that has marked the end of ever y year and every chance that God has given me even before it ever got to see the daylight; strangled in the murky sea of worry.
However as I am in the middle of my premature pity party, I am shaken out of the reverie by an even stronger resolve to make it. For you see, this year I have promised myself that I am going to make it, come rain, sunshine, hail and thunder. I will give myself the chance to make it; I will seize every opportunity that is availed for me and learn from every mistake that I will doubtless make in my endeavor to see my dreams come true. And I am going to stay on the course and give it my all, so that it will not be said that I did not try. If, again you are like me, you will understand why I speak so emotively. You have probably watched the years go by, you know that the trail of broken dreams, promises and desires owe their death, largely to none else but you. You have not given yourself a fighting chance and the lethargy that has taken over is a welcome respite from the ‘disappointment’ you may face if you try. But that is not living, that is death. And I want to live!
So I go back to my little book and peruse through it and think about what I have achieved so far; a little slow on the uptake for sure, but it is something. And I also think about what I have not done right and what I have done right- then how I can make it better. My diary reads nine months to go and my calculation tells me it is roughly two hundred and seventy days to make magic. There is still time, to make it one day at a time. And so I scribble down again my new plans to make it happen. And with a new zeal I shout to the universe that indeed I will make it!
And I promise to be kind with me, whenever I feel l have not achieved what I wanted to; not to grind myself to a screeching halt and throw away all the bad even with the good that I have gleaned from my experience of life. And if I should not get the mark in the time I have desired, I shall not despair- I have already aimed and I know it will be a hit one of these fine days. Even the one about having coffee and cake in a rustic café on the cobbled streets of old Paris- yes even that one is there!
I have read some beautiful words somewhere today, that ‘the hard work of twenty years has become an overnight success’; so I know there is still time- even for you.