Update?
Well hello. Howareyoudoing?I'mfine
It's been awhile hasn't it? I figure it's about time for an update, considering I can still see my London posts as my most recent ones.
I've come to an impasse. As I sit here, in the computer lab at Foy I have plenty of avenues to take that will possibly lead me to a happy and content life. It's just that what I've been telling myself I want to do (psychology) for the last...ohh...six years or so isn't what I really want to do. So now I'm doing all of this work (research, TA, crisis center trainer) for something that I've become disillusioned with.
As you can imagine this leaves me feeling just a little burned out on acedemics, curriculars, and, to a certain extent, life. Graduation is rapidly approaching (May), my friends are getting married (Andrew HEART Shannon), and my old addictions don't seem to hold the same luster that they once did. I've always thought of myself as a fun-loving, yet mature person. Am I becoming more introspective and mature than I am young and fun-loving?
I don't want any of you, my beautiful fun-loving LiveJournalers, to feel disheartened about me though. More doors than I ever imagine are beginning to crack ajar for me.
As you may (or may not) have noticed from my wordy prose, I have taken up more, with my darkest addiction, writing. I have always been pretty selfassured with my writing ability. There are maybe three things that I know I can do well: eat, sleep, and write. However I have now ventured into the world of fiction. I am blessed enough to have a wonderful teacher who truly believes in me. In fact, I think she is more sure of my writting than I am, which is a nice change of pace. It is the hardest thing, yet most fulfilling thing I have ever done...ever.
So now I wonder, could I make it as a writer? She thinks so, and I would like to think so. (Incidently, I would be more than happy to send out copies of stories to anybody who is interested. However, keep in mind that this is my FIRST fiction class and a lot of it is remarkebly unpolished). At this point, I believe that I am almost ready to give Psych. Grad School the big FUCK YOU, and get my Masters in education. Who knows, perhaps I will become disillusioned in writing/teaching and eventually come full circle back to psych. There is one thing that I've learned over the course of the years I have been on this earth, and that is that people (myself included) do things that aren't apparent to anybody (especially themselves) untill later hindsight and retrospection can be applied. People are weird and that illusive 'I' is the weirdest of them all.
If you made it this far into the post, then congratulations, I award you a Gold Star and a Check +
I give all of you my love, and my best wishes. I hope that the tumultuous rollercoaster, that inevitably makes you projectile vomit all over your best laid plans, called life is filled with more highs than lows. I urge you to read, pray, write, or sing at the top of your lungs. Do what makes you happy. That is the best advice that I can think of, although I am definitley no authority on love, life, or advice.
In closing, brevity is definetley not my strongest suit. I will try to post more often.
It's been awhile hasn't it? I figure it's about time for an update, considering I can still see my London posts as my most recent ones.
I've come to an impasse. As I sit here, in the computer lab at Foy I have plenty of avenues to take that will possibly lead me to a happy and content life. It's just that what I've been telling myself I want to do (psychology) for the last...ohh...six years or so isn't what I really want to do. So now I'm doing all of this work (research, TA, crisis center trainer) for something that I've become disillusioned with.
As you can imagine this leaves me feeling just a little burned out on acedemics, curriculars, and, to a certain extent, life. Graduation is rapidly approaching (May), my friends are getting married (Andrew HEART Shannon), and my old addictions don't seem to hold the same luster that they once did. I've always thought of myself as a fun-loving, yet mature person. Am I becoming more introspective and mature than I am young and fun-loving?
I don't want any of you, my beautiful fun-loving LiveJournalers, to feel disheartened about me though. More doors than I ever imagine are beginning to crack ajar for me.
As you may (or may not) have noticed from my wordy prose, I have taken up more, with my darkest addiction, writing. I have always been pretty selfassured with my writing ability. There are maybe three things that I know I can do well: eat, sleep, and write. However I have now ventured into the world of fiction. I am blessed enough to have a wonderful teacher who truly believes in me. In fact, I think she is more sure of my writting than I am, which is a nice change of pace. It is the hardest thing, yet most fulfilling thing I have ever done...ever.
So now I wonder, could I make it as a writer? She thinks so, and I would like to think so. (Incidently, I would be more than happy to send out copies of stories to anybody who is interested. However, keep in mind that this is my FIRST fiction class and a lot of it is remarkebly unpolished). At this point, I believe that I am almost ready to give Psych. Grad School the big FUCK YOU, and get my Masters in education. Who knows, perhaps I will become disillusioned in writing/teaching and eventually come full circle back to psych. There is one thing that I've learned over the course of the years I have been on this earth, and that is that people (myself included) do things that aren't apparent to anybody (especially themselves) untill later hindsight and retrospection can be applied. People are weird and that illusive 'I' is the weirdest of them all.
If you made it this far into the post, then congratulations, I award you a Gold Star and a Check +
I give all of you my love, and my best wishes. I hope that the tumultuous rollercoaster, that inevitably makes you projectile vomit all over your best laid plans, called life is filled with more highs than lows. I urge you to read, pray, write, or sing at the top of your lungs. Do what makes you happy. That is the best advice that I can think of, although I am definitley no authority on love, life, or advice.
In closing, brevity is definetley not my strongest suit. I will try to post more often.