Ode to the Semi Colon
This weekend left me drained and tired of life in general and mine in particular. It may seem like it, but this is not in fact the beginning of a depressing "woes me!" post.
Today there was an intern luncheon and I met several other interns. I really enjoyed it. One of the reasons why I really wanted to start this post was because I like hearing other people's stories. I want to know how people got to the internship or job that they're in now. And lord knows I like to talk about myself.
The meeting got me thinking about my future and what I want and I really just...don't know. At all. Well that's not true. I do know basically what I want to do but the problem isn't know what I want it's knowing how to get to what I want which is what is proving difficult for me.
I want it all right now and I'm having trouble finding the energy to do all the little things that need to be done to get me where I'm going.
I just realized that I am talking in circles.
I'll lay out the facts:
I want to write.
I want to live in a city, preferably NYC or Barcelona.
I want to write things that I choose to write.
I want to stop writing about writing and just produce something worth reading.
I am in a slump. And I'm stuck in Smallbany to top it all off. Maaaaaaaather.
This weekend left me drained and tired of life in general and mine in particular. It may seem like it, but this is not in fact the beginning of a depressing "woes me!" post.
Today there was an intern luncheon and I met several other interns. I really enjoyed it. One of the reasons why I really wanted to start this post was because I like hearing other people's stories. I want to know how people got to the internship or job that they're in now. And lord knows I like to talk about myself.
The meeting got me thinking about my future and what I want and I really just...don't know. At all. Well that's not true. I do know basically what I want to do but the problem isn't know what I want it's knowing how to get to what I want which is what is proving difficult for me.
I want it all right now and I'm having trouble finding the energy to do all the little things that need to be done to get me where I'm going.
I just realized that I am talking in circles.
I'll lay out the facts:
I want to write.
I want to live in a city, preferably NYC or Barcelona.
I want to write things that I choose to write.
I want to stop writing about writing and just produce something worth reading.
I am in a slump. And I'm stuck in Smallbany to top it all off. Maaaaaaaather.
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