Weedvillian Walker: September 2012

Friday, September 28, 2012

Time

I really need to quit killing time and surfing the web at night. I should be studying. I really want that Certification as Personal Trainer. I could be using this time at night to read and learn and make plans to take that test. I have accomplished two goals for the club. I ordered the stepper today and the Curves Smart is coming from a closing club next month. These were two goals ever since I bought the club. Certified Personal Trainer should be the next goal to knock off, think of what an impact that would make. Think of being able to advertise that and what all i could do with it. Today, when Clark dropped off my car he made that comment that he works with a personal trainer..and yesterday when Dana quit and we talked I could have said I am a Personal Trainer, it would hold weight. Okay, getting off here and studying a bit.

In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road you're trudging seems all uphill. When funds are low and the debts are high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest, if you must, but don't you quit Life is queer with its twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out: Don't give up though the pace seems slow- you may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems so far: So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT Author unknown