Why did I decide to resuscitate you from the depths of internet abandonment? Why did I choose today to write anything at all, considering my mind is a complete and total mess at the moment and I may or may not be capable of constructing coherent sentences? Why would I take the time to sit and write out a blog entry when there are about a zillion thoughts pinging through my brain regarding my thankless job, finding a new place that doesn't cost an arm and a leg, and the impending doom of my financial situation?
Maybe the real question should be: why haven't I done this before now?
I've let my blog fall victim to the endless vacuum that is the internet, where thousands of morsels of information go unnoticed every day. I take for granted how easily accessible information is when I need it - I find it incredibly handy to pull up Google maps when I need to know exactly how to get to the nearest Barnes & Noble - yet I leave one of my principle outlets of creativity alone, abandoned, forgotten, for months.
Yes, I'm being a bit dramatic.
I just love to write. It didn't really hit me until my fingers touched the keys today. Well, that's not entirely true. I've always known I've loved to write - I just never knew how much until I allowed myself this brief respite from the cacophony in my mind (seriously, it's like bridge club during high tea up there, so many thoughts going everywhere all the time!).
I've been juggling so many ideas lately and crunching through possibilities on where my life will take me. I'm young and I need a change. I thought graduating would be my ticket to a stress-free life. (Stop laughing, those who knew better.) Should I go back to school? Should I hold out for something great to unfold in my current situation? Should I move out of state and start over? Does writing this post clear any of that up for me? No. But it helps me understand, for some strange reason, that things will work out. I dunno. I guess everyone has their way of realizing this. Some people need a candy bar. Others need a strong drink. Still others need to shave their heads, quit their jobs, and move to Cambodia and work in a rice paddy. I guess I am discovering that in order to maintain my sanity in times of uncertainty, I need to write.
I don't care who sees this; I am very aware of the fact that possibly nobody will, and those who do will find this entry pretty unremarkable, but hey. They'd been warned. I said in the opening paragraph that I had nothing to say. This is just a way of me apologizing, to myself I guess, for having gone so long without acknowledging my passion.
I'm back, blogging world, and I promise to provide you with more entertaining news in the future. (Err... don't hold me to that.)
