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Alrighty then. Let's not put it off any longer. The big fat humility post.
I'm living with the parents again... have for a while now. It seemed like the right place to regroup after graduation and my short travels afterward. Alas, there was a reason I was doing well away from home. I thrive best in... other places. More specifically, any other place. :\
Ok maybe not ANY other, but it feels like it sometimes. I have plans, of course. Ways and means of moving forward, but I'm afraid that my patience is a bit short at present. And why shouldn't it be? I have things to accomplish that aren't getting done here, and people to spend my life with who just aren't close enough. I have hope, though. Oodles of it. Just need to find a way to shape this big fat molten blob of primordial possibilities into a strong and pretty future.
And hopefully come up with much better metaphors along the way.
Been experimenting with humor more in my writing. I'll probably end up posting some of my poems in the near future. Though, I'm not sure how concerned I should be with theft. Something tells me that poetry robbers aren't at the top of my list of things to worry about, but I suppose it's better to be safe than sorry.
Hmm, or I can just give up the writing thing and a) be a pastry chef, b) be a massage therapist or, c) do some strange and wonderful craft like hand carving cookie molds or basket weaving. Oh oh oh, or d) sheep farming. Ahh, so many ambitions. So little money. :|
I'm living with the parents again... have for a while now. It seemed like the right place to regroup after graduation and my short travels afterward. Alas, there was a reason I was doing well away from home. I thrive best in... other places. More specifically, any other place. :\
Ok maybe not ANY other, but it feels like it sometimes. I have plans, of course. Ways and means of moving forward, but I'm afraid that my patience is a bit short at present. And why shouldn't it be? I have things to accomplish that aren't getting done here, and people to spend my life with who just aren't close enough. I have hope, though. Oodles of it. Just need to find a way to shape this big fat molten blob of primordial possibilities into a strong and pretty future.
And hopefully come up with much better metaphors along the way.
Been experimenting with humor more in my writing. I'll probably end up posting some of my poems in the near future. Though, I'm not sure how concerned I should be with theft. Something tells me that poetry robbers aren't at the top of my list of things to worry about, but I suppose it's better to be safe than sorry.
Hmm, or I can just give up the writing thing and a) be a pastry chef, b) be a massage therapist or, c) do some strange and wonderful craft like hand carving cookie molds or basket weaving. Oh oh oh, or d) sheep farming. Ahh, so many ambitions. So little money. :|