At some point, I realized that I couldn’t commit to it, so I let myself let it go. Temporarily, of course. The good news about school is that I can graduate this spring instead of next spring! A whole year sooner! When I first found out, I was really surprised and only somewhat excited. I hadn’t planned for this news. What about the other … Read More Well, I didn’t keep to the writing schedule I had hoped to maintain during school.
Both Eve and Day. I’ve loved it when I’ve spent it with family, when I’ve spent it with friends, when I’ve spent it alone, when my dog was my midnight kiss, and as I’ve spent it with my Love for a few years now. That moment when we move from the end of one period of time to the beginning of another… it’s a … Read More I have always loved New Year’s.
At one point, it seemed really far off, and now it’s like oh crap. I crossed off a pretty good amount of things on my summer bucket list, plus some that weren’t on the list: I got my nose re-pierced; that was number one. I tried to learn the Time Warp, the main dance from Rocky Horror. I read a lot during the first … Read More Here we are. The last week of summer break before the new semester starts.
I had an idea, but it wasn’t coming out right. It was sounding more like a persuasive piece on why one should do what I was talking about, not just my meandering thoughts on what I was talking about. And then, every idea I had after that was missing something. My voice wasn’t there. Everything felt forced, like I was painstakingly tryyyyying to maaaaake a blog post … Read More I couldn’t decide on what to write next.
I’ve had a few over the years, plus online journals. Each served its own purpose, such as chronicling the goings-on of my teenaged and college-aged life, giving me an outlet for creativity, showcasing my work, and simply being a conglomeration of reposts and some original posts to facilitate various obsessions (Yeah, I’m looking at you, Tumblr.). This one is much different. It took a … Read More So, I’m actually not new to the blogging thing.
Not a “hot mess” though because, quite frankly, I’m not too fond of that saying. Just a mess. A mess of ideas and hopes and desires. Some of which I actually follow through on. Others are forgotten. And many more are totally unrealistic, something I struggle to admit to myself. They can’t be worked into my life, so they fall by the wayside. But … Read More I’m kind of a mess.