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Last; it seems to be my middle name. I was born last in my family. If I ever get married and have kids, I'll be the last one to give my mom grandchildren. I was usually the last one picked for teams at school. I seem to always be behind everyone else, even now. I just can't seem to catch up.
How much "last" should one person take? How ruthless should I be? How much caution should I throw to the wind? How much reckless abandon should I be living in to escape the "last"? How do I escape without compromising my principles? Everyone seems to be there. How did they get there so quickly? Why am I still last?
Are there any good "lasts" in my life?
I lasted, or persevered, and marched in the band, graduated from high school and college. For most people, those are ordinary things, but not for me.
I keep lasting through hardships, crappy jobs, unemployment, emotional problems, loneliness, emptiness, setbacks, and other people's nuttiness.
I have a lasting hope in my God and my future. I have a lasting sense of humor that I hope never dies (it may also be my ticket out of JackVegas). May the laughter last.
TIMES UP!
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Hey Shannon! Thanks for posting. Funny, I read this just after writing my own and I also thought about the pros and cons of being last based on birth order... great minds think alike! I do think it makes us more resilient and probably more fun, too. :) Keep on writing!!
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