Life is what happens when you plan for it.
It's so hard to believe that something that was so fundamentally a part of my life such as writing is something that I rarely do anymore. Writing was my creative, intellectual and academic outlet. Writing has seen me through and helped me analyze some of the most important moments of life. As technology progresses, I've confined my writing to thoughts that fit within the character limit of a facebook update.
I miss writing. I miss the ability to write down my thoughts and emotions when they are at their freshest, at their rawest and come back to them with clear eyes and a fresh mind when I can finally process them objectively.
These last couple of years have seen more frustration, sadness, anger, outrage, happiness, and contentment than ever and I haven't once updated.
I find myself on these pages because I've entered another transition point in my life. I've once again delved into academia and have started the process for graduate school applications. I'm in a stable and happy relationship with a man that loves me, that challenges me to think. I see a future with him, and that makes me happy. It saddens me that he is one of the few intellectually stimulating people in my life these days, but I brighten at the knowledge that I will soon be in an environment of conscious thought and critical thinking once again.
Life. I want to be an active participant in mine, not a spectator. It's nice to once again be jumping into the driver's seat.
I miss writing. I miss the ability to write down my thoughts and emotions when they are at their freshest, at their rawest and come back to them with clear eyes and a fresh mind when I can finally process them objectively.
These last couple of years have seen more frustration, sadness, anger, outrage, happiness, and contentment than ever and I haven't once updated.
I find myself on these pages because I've entered another transition point in my life. I've once again delved into academia and have started the process for graduate school applications. I'm in a stable and happy relationship with a man that loves me, that challenges me to think. I see a future with him, and that makes me happy. It saddens me that he is one of the few intellectually stimulating people in my life these days, but I brighten at the knowledge that I will soon be in an environment of conscious thought and critical thinking once again.
Life. I want to be an active participant in mine, not a spectator. It's nice to once again be jumping into the driver's seat.