Old Notes
I've been looking over some old notes of mine I had written in various notebooks I had throughout the years. It is a reminder of how much I have changed from years ago to today. The first thing I looked at was some notes I had written from my first job straight out of university. Boy did I hate that job but I was determined to make it work, despite having everything that could possibly go wrong go wrong on me. I last only a month there before I quit but looking on the notes reminded me of how much bullshit I went through with that job. I spent nearly four hours on the commute to and from NYC each day, worked with people I hated, and readily counted down the seconds until the weekend began. Never in my life have I hated a job so much where every second was as excruciating as I was there. Frankly though, I hope the manager stays the pitiful man he was for all that I put up with.
The second thing I looked at was some notes from the time I went to Colombia when I was seventeen. It is funny how childish and full of ambition my writing was. I was in love with a Colombian girl at the time and my life quickly began to revolve around her. Obviously it didn't last due to the distance issue but to see how I felt about my first real love interest compared to how I am now shows me how naive I was to even think it would work.
Lately I've been neglecting writing in my real life journal. I kind of miss it and will probably pick up the habit again. I've tried to force myself to dabble into other things I am not comfortable with, like drinking, but that sort of stuff just isn't my thing. I need to get back into the things I loved so I can get some motivation for the big changes I plan to be making in the coming months.
The second thing I looked at was some notes from the time I went to Colombia when I was seventeen. It is funny how childish and full of ambition my writing was. I was in love with a Colombian girl at the time and my life quickly began to revolve around her. Obviously it didn't last due to the distance issue but to see how I felt about my first real love interest compared to how I am now shows me how naive I was to even think it would work.
Lately I've been neglecting writing in my real life journal. I kind of miss it and will probably pick up the habit again. I've tried to force myself to dabble into other things I am not comfortable with, like drinking, but that sort of stuff just isn't my thing. I need to get back into the things I loved so I can get some motivation for the big changes I plan to be making in the coming months.