Digging through the past
In one of my classes we're learning about how narratives can convey health messages. For an assignment, we have to write one. We can draw from personal experiences, family experiences, or we can write something completely fictional.
I've been lucky in life to not have to deal with any severe health issues, but for this assignment it makes my job a little harder. A big component of these stories is emotion, so I figured I'd jump over to my good ol' LJ and see if there's anything I've forgotten about that I can dig up.
Combine that with someone posting a link to Samson by Regina Spektor on Reddit this morning, and waves of nostalgia have engulfed me.
I forgot the point I was trying to make.
I guess I felt this rush of feelings and I wanted to write about them. I miss writing. Whenever I have these kinds of urges I'm usually in the middle of something like driving my car or walking through frigid wind. Maybe it's also just getting older. Some things feel less important now.
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth/
I've been lucky in life to not have to deal with any severe health issues, but for this assignment it makes my job a little harder. A big component of these stories is emotion, so I figured I'd jump over to my good ol' LJ and see if there's anything I've forgotten about that I can dig up.
Combine that with someone posting a link to Samson by Regina Spektor on Reddit this morning, and waves of nostalgia have engulfed me.
I forgot the point I was trying to make.
I guess I felt this rush of feelings and I wanted to write about them. I miss writing. Whenever I have these kinds of urges I'm usually in the middle of something like driving my car or walking through frigid wind. Maybe it's also just getting older. Some things feel less important now.
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth/