Horizon

Summer is probably the worst time of year for me. I don't feel pressure or stress of any sort, and I kind of need that in my life to at least help me shape my inner creative designs -- although I think most people can attest to the simple fact that what they expect from me is rarely what they get.
Right now, I'm waiting on a response from my interview about a week and a half ago with the school I'd like to work for, Nova. If I can make it, I can be out of America by November, and accomplishing what I've been actively training myself to do for the last two and a half years -- that is, teach English.
My real dream is to go even beyond that, I love teaching English, but I think I can go even further. I'd like to think I have the talent, and at the very least I have the drive -- I can feel the need to do something gnawing inside me even now. Maybe I'm waiting for the opportunity? Or maybe I can't see it?
Either way, right now it's more convenient for me to blame the season than myself. Once something happens, either I'm accepted for this job -- and set to prepare in one fashion, or I'm not, and thrust in an entirely different direction -- maybe then I'll be able to see the future a little more clearly.

One can hope, anyway.

Then again, one can do instead, and accomplish more. I guess I'll work on that.