I tweet, a lot. I have done for a pretty long time now. I first joined Twitter in 2010, but that account got hacked and the good ole folks at Twitter never responded or helped me get it back. I had a bad password for all of my services at the time, and it could have been much worse. You live, you learn. Why am I rambling about this? I think I have hit a wall with Twitter. I just RT things, lash out favourites and it becomes this clusterfuck of information and links. I don't use it to its full potential and I really ought to do so. I have also realised that I tend to tweet meandering thoughts far too liberally. Simple ideas that just float into my head, yet instead of processing them and resolving many of them, I toss it onto an ever growing list of non-sensical 140-character long blips. That has to change. I have to change. Randomly tweeting young, non-sensical thoughts that are often far from logical just isn't a good idea. In a sense it's reflective of life, of late.
Honestly, it's started to get the better of me in certain respects, and has given me a little bit of an ass kicking. This is me acknowledging the fact. I'm on an internship at the moment with a startup specialising in aerial photography and video. I wrote about it all a while back. It's going, okay, I guess. There are many things I would change but, I could say that about a lot of things in my life over the past 23 and a bit years. What's the point? One thing I have tried to do is look at returning to college to undertake a masters over the coming year.I've been mulling over the prospect of returning to college. There's a Masters program that is pretty intriguing to me in the college here. At the moment, a massive wall formed entirely from bureaucracy, stands in the way. Currently, I receive a social welfare payment each week.
As a result, this plan is at the discretion of the Department of Social Protection. Unfortunately, it would seem many in the department don't fully understand the schemes available. So far I have spoken to 4 people, each with a different answer to my questions. It becomes disheartening after a while - to not be helped despite a near constant plea for information and support. It's beyond frustrating. Truthfully, I don't know where this will lead. All I know is I have to be ready for all eventualities, which, is much easier said than done. I'm trying my best to figure out what the best path is, and I can only hope that transition goes as smoothly as it can in my head.
Like all ventures in life, it takes time and effort to make something work. I've learned this the hard way with my attempts at losing weight over the years. The only times I have made decent progress have been when I focused on doing it because it would make me happy. I have a long way to go, but progress has been made and there's adequate room for more to follow suit. Time harbours great promise. Effort releases it.
“We improve ourselves by victory over our self. There must be contests, and you must win.” - Edward Gibbon
If the college plan fails, I'll take it as a sign. A sign that I need to give it my all to forge my own path, and to do so because it is what's meant to be for me. In my mind I know what that direction could be like. I know that I could be very happy, that I'll be really challenged, and that it will only work if I really work. That's a challenge that I'm happy to tackle head on.