Saturday, October 30, 2004

It is never to late to try to be great

It is never to late to try to be great

"We can if we try"

By Judyth Piazza

Charles Reade once said, ?Sow an act and you reap a habit. Sow a Habit and you reap a character. Sow a character and you reap a destiny.

These words have a lot of meaning to me. As I review these words in my head, it becomes clear to me. If I want to have a life that I can be proud of, I must have a road map to lead me in the direction of my destiny.

It has always been a dream of mine to become a professional Journalist and then later become a professional Novelist.

I remember as a little girl growing up in New York running around the house with an old Polaroid camera around my neck and my Dad?s old fedora hat shouting - PRESS- Just the facts please.

When most little girls were asking their parents for Barbie and Ken for Christmas, I was asking my parents for Peter Parker and Clarke Kent. Even as a little girl I knew super heroes and Barbie?s were not real, but super writers were.

In the fourth grade, I can remember terrorizing all the neighbors in the high rise where we lived. Even though America is the land of literary choice, this was not the case in my building. All of my neighbors were forced to subscribe to the Piazza News Day. Chief Editor, me, Judyth Piazza.

I can also remember running around my mother?s kitchen with a wooden spoon in my hand, screaming from the top of my lungs, LIVE FROM NEW YORK, its SATURDAY NIGHT!

Even today, when I look back as a little girl all I could think about was that I had to be on television. I had to find a way that people on a large scale could hear what I had to say.

I knew I wanted to be famous. However, when following any road map there is always more than one direction one can choose.

When looking on a map one will notice that, you can take many different routes. There are short cuts, toll roads, detours, and the long way around. In the first part of my life, I took the long road. The long road led me to marriage and children. In short, the children worked, but the marriage did not.

In continuing the pursuit of my destiny, the road in which my journey was to proceed, led me back down that familiar path of daydreaming and longing for something better. But now not just for myself, but for my children as well.

I pulled down that old dusty word processor that had been used to hold up boxes in my closet for so long and I began to type. At first, I began to type a letter to myself. I am not sure why, I think it was an attempt to exercise my emotions that have been building up inside of me for so long.

But then what started as a letter to myself with no direction slowly became entries in a journal. Than after awhile the words that I was, typing became words and answers on a college application.

That was a little less than a year and a half ago. Now I am a 35-year-old journalism major as well as a freelance journalist for the Sebastian Sun Newspaper http://www.tcpalm.com/tcp/the_sun, the Women Independent Press and the Home Times Family Newspaper as well as a verity of internet sites such as the Calder Gazette News and www.mistrymag.com..

It seems to me now, that the road that I was on was again, the road that would allow me to realize my dreams.

In closing, I would like to ask you to think about the words of Jimmy Dean ?I can?t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to reach my destination.