Trudging A Long
The past month has been amazing: I began modeling. I became the first Black male server in the hotel restaurant. (Keep in mind it is only 2011 in South Carolina.) [Update 3.10.2011: I was not the first Black male server. I may, in fact, be the second or third.] I have begun writing my readmission statement for my readmission application to Xavier. (I may not have enough words to fully express how much, how deep and inseparable my heart and mind long to be- at work and play- in New Orleans, at Xavier, in a laboratory.) I have even begun to feel as though I am making a dent in my multiple debts. I am queuing books like I used to do. (After The Tao of Pooh, it's Ellen Hodgson Brown's The Web of Debt.) I am realizing I may be the least emotionally damaged of my closest siblings. I am seeking new music and lyrical ideas. I am dreaming in vignettes again. I feel younger and wiser.
I'm going to make an effort to write more often. I look forward to posting a new piece of fiction. I just need to start it. I no longer wait for circumstance to force my hand.
I'm going to make an effort to write more often. I look forward to posting a new piece of fiction. I just need to start it. I no longer wait for circumstance to force my hand.