Goodbye! Wait...What Happen!?

Lazy is what I am right now. I can only assume that since I am home that I have completely forgotten my initial plan. I was coming home to go to a wedding and then go out. Look I didn't get to go to the place I wanted to, I hung out all day with my mother at church helping her do a bulletin board, was offered a job of personal assistant. But what does that mean when you get offered a job. I can't explain it but I said yes knowing full well I am living currently in Atlanta GA. A mad women you say! Yes I would agree. But I got to thinking about it, What if I did decided to do this. People leave there homes everyday before the crack of dawn rushing to get to jobs that would require them to be in their vehicle for two hours every morning. So you live in downtown Atlanta and you work in alpharetta. You have to be in to work by 8am. You get off everyday at 4:45 pm....Headed downtown off of I285 to I85 what would be your normal commute everyday. That's about the amount of time it would take me to drive to Birmingham for three days out of the week for a part time job and return to Atlanta in the evening, to go to class, bible study or to work at my other part time job. Now I would have a schedule of 6am eastern standard time until about midnight eastern standard time. Now I am the type of individual that lives for the road so the commute would not be a problem. However, I see alot of problems that may arise but they are not hindering my attempt at making this decision. Now, for the rest of me I Hosted my first show on Sunday night... the event was called Renaissance Sundays the live DVD taping of Sebastian a local R&B singer. Afreevoice and JP opened up for him. What are the chances that I would come and host a show, I got no pay for it but I think that was just something else for me to try? Or do? which one was it. I think I've imagine what it would feel like to host a show, from the first time a friend mentioned it to me. I think I was sleeping really hard because at that time I didn't think I could do it and my friend at that time knew I was unsure of my abilities. So when I was giving the opportunity I took it. Have I walked into an awakening unexpectedly. I mean we always say we will know it when it happens and yet most are not sure that it has happen. Yet right now I can see the vision and recognize that it is not me. It's him, the one that dwells within, the one that keeps me standing when I bend. The one the walks three steps in front clearing the path I need to take. Chopping giants, Fakeness falling just as fast as they tipped into there spots. He is the one the has been burning within my flame blazing passion with inspiration. In the stillness he is the one I whisper leaves thru naked trees. He is the one that has not faded, diminished vision has him standing in dust faded into the ground then rising again. In the natural I could say that I am he as He is me. Knowing that the ending is always the beginning to something. You get what you ask for. Do we wait on move so that the universe moves us a place where we can act. The rear view mirror is so small yet you can see everything behind you so clear yet the forward vision is always blurred until a certain point.