Dec 02, 2010 15:57
I think at one point in my life I was creative. I used to write all the time. Mostly nonsense -but at the time, It made me feel something. It made me feel like I was releasing pent up anxiety, or channeling an emotion that I couldn't quite describe. Needless to say, I haven't wrote anything in quite some time.
I had a lot of difficulty in channeling my creativity in the environment I used to live in. (Thats still weird to me... I mean, that I don't live there...) I felt like I was caged mentally and physically. I don't live there anymore and the world is literally at my fingertips... but I still don't know what to do? Really? I think the endless abundance of freedom has triggered my mind to overload with thoughts and ideas, projects and plans that I can't figure out how to organize. Lucky for me, if there is one thing I'm good at- its organizing. I just need to grab my thoughts and transfer them to a reasonable list of goals. .... Where to start?
I miss my friends dearly, but that was expected. I miss my family and my grandmother especially. If missing people that I love and love me back is the only thing in my life that I can feel sad about, then. I'm really in a great spot. Well, beyond not being able to find a full time job. That just sucks, but I know I'm not the only one in that terrible position.
Life is good, whats the catch?