Nervous time is when you’re afraid, when you’re scared. When you’re worried that your opportunity is going to pass you by – when you feel a knot form and you know in your heart that your worst fear is about to be realized, yet you hope. You hope because you believe. Your focus is sublime, your purpose firm. Your needs are crystal clear. The moment comes, and you hold your breath…
“Take the gun, leave the Canola.”
You want to know what makes me jealous? Talented people. Truly talented people make me jealous. Not rich people. Not popular people. Not people with huge public relations crews to make them look good. Not people who have lucked into success simply based on who they know. Just people who can do something very very difficult very very well.
Musicians, for example. I’ve been jealous of, though very happy for, talented child musicians ever since I was a child myself. The latest one that I’ve come across is this ten year old Edmonton violinist who recently played at Carnegie Hall.
That’s what wakens my green monster. There’s not an ounce of resentment in me, but it does make me ask how the talent and determination genes are handed out before we’re born. Sometimes I do question the process.
In case you feel the same, here’s a picture to make you feel better.
Sun shines brightly
Opens my mind
Warm wind on my face
Oh boy… New camera… Learning… Happy happy… Here it is… Can’t stop… More later…
In response to today’s prompt I’m going to do something I seldom do. I’m going to re-blog an entry from my Old Fart series, which originally ran in July of 2013.
The theme of that entry was so apropos this challenge. It was written as a review of a fine local restaurant, and believe me when I say that even today I can remember the exquisite flavors and ingredients I described in the article.
I hope you enjoy this little re-run from An Old Fart Back in School.
Please click here to begin.