August 12, 2009

  • Distractions

    The point of blogging, apparently, is to write. To keep writing, talking, as it were to yourself, to the people who happen to stumble upon you talking to yourself, and those who have subscribed specifically to read as you talk to yourself. I've mentioned multiple times about the sparseness of my writing as of late. This spareness hasn't only been relegated to my blogging (if I can even call is that anymore), but to other areas in which I am expected to write. Thankfully at the moment I have no homework, no real responsibility (that is, until I move in two days and get acclimated with all that is academia again), except for the articles I'm expected to write for the magazine that I contribute to (one of which I'm working in conjunction with this blog...I gotta make up for not writing by multi-tasking my writing).

    I've come to a realization after endless back and forth sessions in my head. I need to be able to find a useful and meaningful "distraction", a hobby that is reminiscent of me when I'm back in school. In life really. We are, mostly, a sum of what we do. That includes our interactions with people and all that. Anyway. There's a lot more to my theory, which I won't bore you with here. In any case, I need to have some more action verbs in my life. Healthy distractions. Writing, naturally, should be one. Hopefully that means more writing here. More writing elsewhere too. For money maybe? That sounds a bit dirty (but honestly to get paid for writing..something. Anything...ok maybe not anything...would be excellent).

    In other news I move in two days. Fairly certain I mentioned that, but figured I'd throw it in there again. I've just accepted the fact that I will look (and probably feel) like a bag lady until the move is done, and I've at least got a bed to sleep in again. It occurs to me that I've mentioned probably at least three moves during my tenure on xanga. A true chronicling of life, this little place. This move is decidedly more permanent (well the state is anyway. Though I adore my future new apartment I don't know if any horrors await until I get there). Just think, soon I'll be posting Thanksgiving and Christmas apartment pics like I've done in the past. A small part of me is finally getting excited, if not for the change in life, then certainly for the decorating possibilities .