I fell off the writing wagon. These past few months have been a whirlwind of stresses and struggles, continuing to write in the throes of it was impossible. Writing has been a way to clear my head for many years, it’s helped me solve many personal problems, and come to terms with loss. It’s my preferred communication technique because there’s no one to judge how I pronounce things, and I have plenty of time to decide how to say things and be completely honest. I’m most honest when I’m writing because unlike with talking and conversations, I don’t feel rushed. My thoughts can form more completely and therefore the full truth comes out rather than a parsed, sugarcoated version.
So, let’s get real.
There’s going to be adventures, mistakes, and some really long nights in my future. I’m a semester away from graduation and entering the real world. There’s a long list of what I want to do and need to do in the next 8 months between thesis work and finding a job after college. It’s going to be scary, confusing, and down right hard. I can’t promise to write everyday, I know I wouldn’t be able to keep it but I will write every week. I need writing now more than ever.
So, here’s to an epic and fulfilling 2017. Until next time,