In which the "post" page baffles me
Every time I think "I should write something for LJ"
I come to this page: and boom: I have no idea what to say. I wonder... is it a phase I'm moving out of? It's not like I have a RL journal to write my thoughts in.
And journals are so useful. How else are our memories recorded for the future selves? What did we live for then?
I guess maybe I feel like I'm waiting right now. I'm waiting for a job. Waiting for student teaching to start. I'm waiting for my life to begin. (A bad way of thinking certainly).
I'm living in the future--I don't have anything to say about my present?
Except this:
I come to this page: and boom: I have no idea what to say. I wonder... is it a phase I'm moving out of? It's not like I have a RL journal to write my thoughts in.
And journals are so useful. How else are our memories recorded for the future selves? What did we live for then?
I guess maybe I feel like I'm waiting right now. I'm waiting for a job. Waiting for student teaching to start. I'm waiting for my life to begin. (A bad way of thinking certainly).
I'm living in the future--I don't have anything to say about my present?
Except this: