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Take it Seriously...

  When ever I feel the urge to write a post, I always feel that it should be memorable, or beneficiary to you as a reader. Well, maybe I should just write and you choose and pick the parts you can relate to. (smiling).
 I've been working at my Aunt's office for a couple of weeks now and I love it! My Aunt owns and directs a training institute, specializing in CNA I, CNA II, Phlebotomy, Medication Technician, and EKG Tech. A number of students walk through the door with an idea of what they want to accomplish and out the door with either a successful title or disappointment of not being successful. It's amazing to see how many people are interested in these careers... Well maybe it's amazing to me because I knew very little of this field considering the fact that I'm very interested in health care. What's more amazing is the international individuals who come to the institute ready to learn and find a job once they pass the exam. I met a lady who came to the U.S. a month ago and is eager to start working. She described the cultural shock of being in America; "Things are not the same here, like they are back home but what can you do? You have to manage."  A young man came to the institute and shared numerous stories before he finally registered for class. lol  One thing I do admire about this particular guy, is that even though he has had a rough life, he is quite sure that, "This too shall pass" as long as he keeps fighting for success. All of their stories are quite amazing. They are amazing people! To whom little is given...they make the best use of it.
Take every opportunity seriously!

Hello Again!

It's been over a year since I've written on my blog. Excuse my decisiveness but as of now I have two blogs. Yes I know, you're thinking why have two blogs, but the two are quite different and very similar. I will call this blog, my personal blog. Very creative huh? And my other blog will be for my creative stories, poems etc. The two may overlap but I assure you that this blog will remain personal. It's hard to stay away from writing especially a site designed specifically for it. It will be very therapeutic to resume writing at least a few times a week about me, all me, the Sam I am. :) Cheesy or not, I cherish my me time. It was nice saying hello again! I hope to share the adventures of dolly (another one of my nick names lol).

My creative blog: http://gracefuldoll.wordpress.com/

Stay Tuned

If you honestly do your best, there should be no room for regret.

I created this blog, last year June 2010, and just like many of my projects, I procrastinate until I lose interest. Well truthfully, it was fear that kept me from writing. Fear of not making sense, fear of not having enough time, and fear of exposing my deep thoughts. A writer takes pride in his work, I assume, so I thought to myself my writing should be the best. That's where I went wrong. A writer is actually a self employed creative professional.--I love that!!! "A writer creates a product (a manuscript) and try to sell it. That is a business and all business needs a plan." So here I am planning. Who's to say my product isn't good enough?? I'm sure Bill Gates wasn't 100% sure his computer program would be successful when he dropped out of Harvard to pursue Microsoft. I've been told many times before take a risk and here I am, a proud risk taker. I've dedicated 30 days to write my first "official", novel. With no training at all, I'm about to embark on a professional career I believe has been calling me since I was eleven years old. In 2008, I diagnosed myself with writer's block. That was my excuse for lack of creativity and the unwillingness to pour my mind and heart out on paper. But over the years, regardless of my "sickness" I would catch myself jotting down poems, writing plays, and many unfinished short stories. I realized recently that I was the source of my own block. The cure was, my favorite motto, "Just do it". So now, I'm filled with butterflies, and maybe a little anxiety. But nevertheless I'm excited, as I prepare for the birth of my first manuscript.

Love's Wicked Intent

Here I am sitting admiring the beauty of it but yet remorseful of the aftershock. It was as if I was the viewer looking into another perspective, aware of every feeling, but astonished that it was taking place. An unaware fool perhaps! A fool that cherished the memories of uncertainty. It slowly but powerfully attacked. It was all about me but then it became my addiction. I remember the first day I took notice...



The music was enough to awaken me..I tried my best to keep my eyes from drooping but weariness crept upon me and I surrendered. My head dropped and quickly rose as I became aware of the embarrassment. How could I fall asleep in the pew. I tried to cough to soften my behavior. Concentrate Concentrate. The pastor's words flew through the ceilings, each word was a pretty color. My head swayed as I watched the words float around the room. "Amen," shouted the crowd and I jumped. My Aunt looked at me with disapproving eyes. I wasn't sure if she caught my weariness or if it was just the usual look she gave me when our eyes connected. I glanced away quickly and straightened out my dress. I can stay awake.. , I reassured myself.



"No, You can't hide from the Lord because He is aware of everything."



"Amen," said my Aunt.



"The only person you fooling is yourself."



"Hmmm Hmmm."



"Can anybody out there here me now??!!" The pastor shouted and continued.



I straightened my already straight posture and forced my eyes to stay open. The room was filled with the usual church members.


Clapping, stomping, yelling...Every one's attention was on the pastor, except me. I normally felt connected but today like many past Sundays..I was a spectator. Lost in my own thoughts that seemed louder than the potent sermon.


And there He was..


staring ahead with intent focus. He seemed impeccable with his nods and occasional, "Amen."

He must be a vistor. I thought to myself. His face gleamed with assertiveness. I could no longer hear the sermon. It was quite odd that this man held my interest. I began to wonder where he went to school, if he even attended school. Maybe he was congressman, a lawyer, a police man. No, he didn't look that old. As I continued to stare his eyes darted to my direction. I quickly looked away and then back again. Our eyes met. He must have felt my stares, I thought. He smiled and looked away. Great, now he must think I'm some psycho staring, unfocused, church goer, I made a mental note to avoid this fellow.

My aunt was still focused on the flowing wisdom that grasped the entire congregation. Self pity embrased me. All I could think of was how fast I could make it home once church was done to make it to work on time. Money was all I could think about. Money and the new face, worth staring at.