So it's been three years. . . .
It's been three years.
It's actually been so long that now I'm sitting here, wondering: since the last time I typed in this live journal, what has changed?
I'm not completely sure I've matured very much. If anything, I feel like I've become a lot more take-things-as-they-come in terms of personality.
I'm a med student (yay! Finally. Very stressful. . . .)
I feel like I've learned to manage my type, how to study, how to take things in stride.
At the same time, I feel a lot less mature, and I'm not completely sure that I've learned to deal with various aspects of my life effectively.
I must be more exhausted than I thought. My brain doesn't appear to be functioning.
Perhaps I will go back to blogging here. Or perhaps I will choose somewhere else to blog. But it would be nice to have some sort of journal again--a good way to keep memories.
And writing things out by hand can definitely be a pain. . . .
It's actually been so long that now I'm sitting here, wondering: since the last time I typed in this live journal, what has changed?
I'm not completely sure I've matured very much. If anything, I feel like I've become a lot more take-things-as-they-come in terms of personality.
I'm a med student (yay! Finally. Very stressful. . . .)
I feel like I've learned to manage my type, how to study, how to take things in stride.
At the same time, I feel a lot less mature, and I'm not completely sure that I've learned to deal with various aspects of my life effectively.
I must be more exhausted than I thought. My brain doesn't appear to be functioning.
Perhaps I will go back to blogging here. Or perhaps I will choose somewhere else to blog. But it would be nice to have some sort of journal again--a good way to keep memories.
And writing things out by hand can definitely be a pain. . . .