6 months ago i was pleading, no, begging, no, grovelling to be given a chance. 1 chance. i promised to make the best out of it and get my life on track again. As always, thankfully I got what i asked for. And now what am i doing. Wasting it all away. If God was a friend like i think and not God, i would have had my ass whupped a long time now.
If each day i can wake up with the fire like i had earlier in my belly, my scores would go through the roof. But no, i've become so complacent, i've even convinced myself that reading the newspaper is part of the preparation. To adjust for the no.of hours that i prepare daily.
The only silver lining i can see in all this is that i need to hit ground zero before taking off. If this is not zero, i dont know what is.
92 days. 3 months. Time to man up.
1 comment:
ha ha..
For the better, you realised it early and three months is not a short time. I don't know about your exam, but I think, you can still blow the roof. :)
All the best.
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