I hadn't listened really to this song since I got it on a burned CD at the end of last year...and what's so funny about it to me is that I don't really even aspire to go to New York, but for some reason this morning as I was listening to it on my way to work, I got this crazy urge to get back on the 10 and drive East to somewhere new. What I find so funny about myself is that I can't be content to save my life...and I'm not talking necessarily about being content with the things I have or relationships (although those are struggles too). What I mean is that any time I'm still for too long I start, I start to feel this aching to do something crazy--like go cliff jumping or sneak Bibles into a closed country. I don't like to feel trapped, and I especially hate feeling stagnant.
People keep asking me what I'm going to do when I graduate in August--and I do have a plan, but it doesn't look like so many people think it should. My advisor said I should visit a career counselor, apparently one of those great resources that connects me to the Trojan family so I can find those 40 thousand dollar contacts that I'm apparently paying for. Ashamedly, I didn't give her the strait answer about "what I want to do with my life." I guess I just wanted to avoid the awkwardness of trying to explain to her that having a career doesn't really matter to me. In fact, I don't really care much about what kind of job I have...I mean, I do want to work somewhere that I enjoy, but I have so many ideas of what that could look like. And even if I do hit on a dream job at some point, I'll probably still get restless within it. I enjoy change. I enjoy not knowing where I'll be next. And there really aren't any corporate ladders, or any other type for that matter, that I'm looking to climb. Mostly, I just have a list of things that sound cool.
This might be why I can't seem to stick around here in college for four years like everyone else. I've accomplished the school thing, and I'm ready to move on to something else. Now, something interesting to consider is how this relates to the Shampoo Theory. Wayy back in my archives, there is a post about how I can't commit: to shampoo, a hair color, etc, which is probably why I've never been able to commit to any guy. So does being restless mean I can't commit. I guess it would seem so. Of course the honest truth of the Shampoo theory (which by the way, I've had the same shampoo for quite some time now) is that it's only half-serious, and all joking aside, I know exactly who I want when it comes to guys. Right now, I guess God wants to teach me patience, a lesson that I've been learning since, like...birth. Will I get restless about that, too? Have I in the past? No...not really. Getting tired of a stagnant place in life is completely different than getting tired of a person...probably because people are constantly changing and growing. Learning a person is intrinsically adventurous. Perhaps there is hope for me yet :)
People keep asking me what I'm going to do when I graduate in August--and I do have a plan, but it doesn't look like so many people think it should. My advisor said I should visit a career counselor, apparently one of those great resources that connects me to the Trojan family so I can find those 40 thousand dollar contacts that I'm apparently paying for. Ashamedly, I didn't give her the strait answer about "what I want to do with my life." I guess I just wanted to avoid the awkwardness of trying to explain to her that having a career doesn't really matter to me. In fact, I don't really care much about what kind of job I have...I mean, I do want to work somewhere that I enjoy, but I have so many ideas of what that could look like. And even if I do hit on a dream job at some point, I'll probably still get restless within it. I enjoy change. I enjoy not knowing where I'll be next. And there really aren't any corporate ladders, or any other type for that matter, that I'm looking to climb. Mostly, I just have a list of things that sound cool.
This might be why I can't seem to stick around here in college for four years like everyone else. I've accomplished the school thing, and I'm ready to move on to something else. Now, something interesting to consider is how this relates to the Shampoo Theory. Wayy back in my archives, there is a post about how I can't commit: to shampoo, a hair color, etc, which is probably why I've never been able to commit to any guy. So does being restless mean I can't commit. I guess it would seem so. Of course the honest truth of the Shampoo theory (which by the way, I've had the same shampoo for quite some time now) is that it's only half-serious, and all joking aside, I know exactly who I want when it comes to guys. Right now, I guess God wants to teach me patience, a lesson that I've been learning since, like...birth. Will I get restless about that, too? Have I in the past? No...not really. Getting tired of a stagnant place in life is completely different than getting tired of a person...probably because people are constantly changing and growing. Learning a person is intrinsically adventurous. Perhaps there is hope for me yet :)
Dream Like New York
Tyrone Wells
So many dreams come and go
We blink our eyes time flies by and we don't know
Whatever happened to those childhood years
When we thought we could fly
Gotta keep those dreams alive
And dream like New York
As high as the skyline
Aim for the stars above those city lights
I wanna dream like New York
I'm running down Broadway
Gotta catch the next train
I'm making my way
I race to work again today
From nine to five I only strive to stay awake
But the child inside me dares to believe I still can fly
Can't let those dreams just die.
I gotta dream like New York
As high as the skyline
Aim for the stars above those city lights
I wanna dream like New York
I'm running down Broadway
Gotta catch the next train
I'm making my way
How many times have you tried and failed
Have you watched your dreams slip away
But every hero falls and every soldier crawls
And every dreamer dreams again
Gotta dream again
Go on and dream like New York
As high as the skyline
Aim for the stars above those city lights
Go on and dream like New York
You run on down Broadway
Catch the next train
And go make your way
Go on and dream like New York
As high as the skyline
Aim for the stars above those city lights
You gotta dream like New York
You run on down Broadway
Catch the next train
You go make your way
Go make your way...
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