Whack a mole...

Remember that game, Whack A Mole? Where you stood there waiting for the little moles to randomly pop out of the holes and then you whack them on the head with the mallet? It occurs to me that this game is a perfect metaphor for life. When you think of it, the moles are a symbol of opportunity. Those surprising situations that suddenly present themselves and if you're fast enough and willing enough, you can take them. Sure, some are missed. Taken away by bad timing or misdirection. But the more you concentrate, the more you see, and the more there is to accept. Deep thoughts, eh? Haha!

Last week, I was feeling rather bad. I write all the time, words on a page, and if I take the time to look back at what I've written I can always remember what I was feeling at that particular point in time. So, being down last week, I purged onto a page and sent the words off to Brady (my friend and fellow Wilhemina Murray's Revenge band member). Brady was really the first person I dared to share my written thoughts with a long, long time ago. He seemed to get it without judgement or harsh criticism. And more often than not, our feelings ran parallel most of the time. Thus the birth of WMR. He would take my words, put his musical talent to work and voila! a song was born. As I listen back to the first WMR songs I can hear a fantastic progression and maturity growing in each one. The band has expanded to include Alex (who, by the way, has added a completely new twist and edge to the music) and Joel (who, unfortunately, has been away at school for a long time and hasn't had the time to contribute much of late...) It's weird that we haven't all met face to face yet. We're all over the world and this music is created strictly via the Internet. Yet, there is a remarkable cohesiveness to what we do. We have a sound. And that's really nice. So yeah, I whacked the WMR mole and only good things have come of it.

It also occurs to me that in the next coming months there will be other moles to be whacked. I see a horizon of opportunity awaiting me. And though some of those will take an incredible long reach and, sometimes, a huge leap of faith, I'm feeling up to the challenge now and look forward to the prizes that lie at the end.

Taking chances, while scary, is really the only way I know to get what I truly want out of life. I kick myself that I have learned this lesson so late but though I'm late to the party, I'm here now, and ready to rock.