Getting Back Into the Groove

"The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium." ~Norbet Platt.

For the past couple of months, I seemed to be in a constant state of writers block and it really has affected me. Writing has always been one of my loves and not doing it daily or even weekly has really thrown me off of my 'groove'. But because of a recent portfolio I had to make about myself I went back to writing. Part of the requirements included 2 pieces of work by yours truly, and I could not believe how hard it was to find something that I liked that I had written before. It was all to immature, too flat, too wrong for what I wanted. So I started to write again.

But I didn't stop there, I just wrote yesterday, planning on spending just a half hour and just write about anything. But what turned out from some musings while doing the dinner dishes turned into a two hour writing spree where I just typed as fast as my fingers would let me.

I have forgotten how much I was in love with writing. They may not be the best writing, but just to write and to express myself has been too great for words. I now try to haul around a writers journal with me wherever I go so I can write whenever the urge hits again, even if that causes me to lose sleep. Now I just work for it to stay.

Scary How Fast Life Comes At You

I cannot believe that 2008 flew by so fast. I still have whiplash. I have been thinking about the past for several weeks and how fast life is happening. I want it all to slow down and freeze. I have friends who are married, friends getting accepted into college, friends who are in relationships, and it is all so real to me where it wasn't before. I'm still trying to come to terms with the fact that my best friend and I will live states away, that I'll be in college, that more of my friends will start families. Am I not too young for all this to happen? It sure feels like it and it scares me half to death. I feel like I've not lived enough to move on with life, and yet I feel so old. I don't know what will happen. I don't know what I will do.

Pack Rats

Happy New Year! Normally on New Years people blog about their resolutions that they are going to try to keep through out the next year, but since I'm completely opposed to New Years Resolutions, I decided to write about something else.

Today I was cleaning out my closet so I can start my year afresh by getting rid of old things and cleaning out junk I don't need or want anymore. It is a very cleansing excersise by the way. Anyway I hollered to my little sister and her friend to come and sort through my old stuff before I gave it away to DI. They did, and then my little sister started to mock my closet, making fun of it because it was so clean. She then called me a pack rat because I had two boxes full of sentimental childhood toys and I immediately bristled. That could have probably been the worst insult that she could have given me.

My little brother and I started to talk about it and he agreed with my sister, but he also said that everyone is a pack rat in their own way. He told me that I was a minimalist pack rat, oh the oxymoron, but I was a little bit more appeased then my little sister's rude comment.

It's funny how connotations can rule our minds. To my little sister, a pack rat might not be that bad of a word, but to me it is.

Anyway, it sort of made me angry and I just had to rant about it. Sorry it is not quite the New Years blog that most people make.