When Dreams Float Within Grasp

My mind feels stuffy and full. There is a level of nerves and stress that is simmering through my blood stream that I can't get rid of. It has nothing to do with the fact that I have lots of Monday morning deadlines at work which will ensure a full weekend of effort. Nor is it really accounting the fact that I have a 24 hour bike race in around a month that I really need to be riding my bike for. Nope. This is all about next Tuesday, the day that will decide my direction and path for at least 2009 and potentially much further. Cause on Tuesday, it is do or die day for my desires to be a physician assistant: the big 8 hour interview at the only school that I can attend.

There just isn't that much room in mind for other things.

They say if you envision something happening in you mind, you can help physically manifest it. So this is what I am doing right now. I am envisioning myself answering their mundane questions with such dazzling answers that they wonder how they got so lucky in having me apply. I am envisioning myself receiving a letter in the mail in the week following and then opening the bottle of leftover from NYE champagne sitting in the fridge in celebration. I am envisioning the moment in which I run through the halls of oh great work facility yelling "suck it *$*%*". I am envisioning my life as I want it to be, five years down the road.

Dreams will always be dreams if you don't reach out and grab them.