Lack of support from my mate which has created fears and I keep everything to myself. You know I have been writing screenplays for 10 years and have written over 100 feature film length screenplays and my husband hasn't even the slightest clue.
I guess in my case, It's easier on me for him to think I am stupid. This also stems from years of his abuse. So that's my excuse, however - as I get older (30), I am realizing that I can't put my stuff off b/c of another person, my hubby included.
I think once I can say "I am a human being, treat me like one" and he does or I leave, only then can I except my own dreams.
2007-01-11 01:06:25
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answer #1
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answered by Anonymous
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Wow. You don't have to leave, just be a happening and your enthusiasm may be catchy. Your activity alone is assertiveness without saying a word. In response to agression saying the mildest thing with conviction and strength is assertiveness. Everyone respects that and even likes it. I just noticed that, although it's not their fault, most people make a lot of little, subtle choices that get them where they are. Sometimes is takes a lot of the same to work back out. My dream was always to be happy so I had no reason to slack off, every reason to keep on. Couldn't quite, it wasn't an option. I suppose that's what the song meant, wasn't it in the Wizard of Oz, Hitch Your Wagon to a Star. The artist who worked out his art visually, the mind thinks in pictures, it was the only thing that worked for him. Or the guy who was writing a book on overcoming lifes situations, got thrown in a Natzi prison camp and finished the book. Used his circumstances as material. I'd like to read that book. Or when I found the only job I was good at but didn't like it. Every morning, I'm serious, I got up and said, "Oh no, I gotta go to work this morning," or something like that until one morning about 11 and a half years later, I sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Oh no, I gotta... Hey, no... I wantta go to work..." I can almost hear me saying it now. Because I didn't know how to do anything else, I had to persisted until I was good and liked it too. If we don't know how to deal with difficult people because of some weakness in ourselves or not we find greatness and learn a major, major life lesson by persisting we can't get any other way. True happiness, insight and power come with greatness. You can now help them with their problem and the reward is a world class place you'll get to. You wont be good, you'll be great. The alternative is to remain just adequate. You needed that fuel, you still need it to be great. If you stay you are great, but that takes vision, a sort of dream, the gift of prophecy to see were you'll get. If you see you will believe. If you believe you will see (the greatness come to pass.) Maybe no one great was comfortable. With comfort come boredom and not joy, we're pacified but not mature, indulged but not strong. If we all carry the burdens of the world, we all rise together. If we buckle, well, you see the shape the world is in without character, integrity traded for an election, honor for money.
2007-01-11 10:57:05
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answered by Anonymous
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Gotta tell you, I'd be OK gving an answer, except I kinda don't know whether I'm under scrutiny or sharing to make you feel better. Why don't you put your own stories in the subtext?
2007-01-11 09:01:23
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answered by starryeyed 6
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Life itself
2007-01-11 09:01:52
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answered by Lani C 2
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I am accomplishing my dreams.
2007-01-11 09:01:34
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answered by Java Queen 3
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Actually there is not excuse. you muse give up try for reaching your dreams after you dead. so there is not excuse.
2007-01-11 09:11:52
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answered by khodadad_omid 2
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I don't need an excuse,and I don't give any.
2007-01-11 08:58:53
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answered by Jim C 5
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no support
no push
no knowledge of how to begin
fear of failure
excuses are like @$$holes - everyone seems to have one, and they all seem to stink
2007-01-11 09:06:37
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answered by Mister 4
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