ok-let's look at the truth here
The truth is, I have not written in 39 weeks. That's over half a year. And before that, I did not write for some time as well. Time to face the truth of WHY.
1) I have been happy. When I'm happy and things are going well, I tend to not write, as I have nothing to whine about. That is sad. No more of that. Even if I just come on here and free-write I need to do something. Which brings me to
2) I have been lazy. No sugar-coating it. I haven't written poetry in at least a year. Yes, it's true. I haven't kept a paper journal either.
3) I have not been obsessed. Much of my journaling has (sadly) been wasted on some stupid boy-crush of the moment. Not that my emotions weren't real. Not that it didn't hurt like hell. But it was stupid and it was always a crush.
4) I have been (legitimately) busy. Work+school+workII+boyfriend=no time for self. I have not gone to church. I have not read my bible. I have (many nights) said no prayers. I have forgotten to call friends and family. I have not kept a journal.
I have been promising myself and others that I will get it together for a long time. Every year. Every month. And no progress.
Still oddly enough, life without being forced, has given me so much. Changed me so much.
I am engaged. (to Evan)
I am a struggling vegetarian/vegan.
Yes, I drink, and Yes, I *smoke*
I have a tattoo.
I take public transportation.
I work at Target.
I am done with classes at GPC, and I will have my degree in December.
I am going to Agnes Scott College in the fall.
I still work for IST and I'm still half-Jewish and I still have half-Jewish evil fro beast hair. I still live with roommates and not my aunt.
I still love to write and I need to, I need to more often, at least once a week.
1) I have been happy. When I'm happy and things are going well, I tend to not write, as I have nothing to whine about. That is sad. No more of that. Even if I just come on here and free-write I need to do something. Which brings me to
2) I have been lazy. No sugar-coating it. I haven't written poetry in at least a year. Yes, it's true. I haven't kept a paper journal either.
3) I have not been obsessed. Much of my journaling has (sadly) been wasted on some stupid boy-crush of the moment. Not that my emotions weren't real. Not that it didn't hurt like hell. But it was stupid and it was always a crush.
4) I have been (legitimately) busy. Work+school+workII+boyfriend=no time for self. I have not gone to church. I have not read my bible. I have (many nights) said no prayers. I have forgotten to call friends and family. I have not kept a journal.
I have been promising myself and others that I will get it together for a long time. Every year. Every month. And no progress.
Still oddly enough, life without being forced, has given me so much. Changed me so much.
I am engaged. (to Evan)
I am a struggling vegetarian/vegan.
Yes, I drink, and Yes, I *smoke*
I have a tattoo.
I take public transportation.
I work at Target.
I am done with classes at GPC, and I will have my degree in December.
I am going to Agnes Scott College in the fall.
I still work for IST and I'm still half-Jewish and I still have half-Jewish evil fro beast hair. I still live with roommates and not my aunt.
I still love to write and I need to, I need to more often, at least once a week.