stuck between the past and the future

I haven't written in awhile. I'm not happy about that.

Today, a few things happened simultaneously.

One of my mom's teacher friends gave me a magazine article about Americans living in Prague. It was very enlightening, and got me VERY revved up about my adventure.

This caused me to look up a bunch of stuff about Prague, the Czech Republic, and Europe in general on the internet at work this afternoon. Which made me even MORE excited. I don't think I could've picked a place more suited for me. And it was totally by accident, because when I signed up for this, I just wanted to go somewhere. I didn't care where, as long as it was far away and exotic. It took me this long to get any real information, besides people telling me what a great, beautiful city Prague is (which isn't even real info), and it didn't even occur to me to do so without someone else randomly giving me a magazine article.

I can't believe I didn't even look at pictures of Prague until today. By the way, they are stunning.

I know it'll be hard in addition to all the amazing. Starting in a new place always is. Being a real resident of any place (not just a tourist) always is. But I'm ready for the challenge. I know this is right.

There are moments for me, when I just know I'm making the right or wrong decision (when it's the wrong decision, the right one is usually not far behind). Or when I absolutely know, without a doubt, what I have to do next. Like I don't have a choice. Call it intuition, call it whatever you want. But it's real. And I'm finally learning to trust it. This quality is what's led me on this totally bizarre path I've called my life. I don't know if that made sense.

The other thing that happened today was that I got an email from someone who's going to be in my class in Prague. It had email addresses of all the other students on it too, so I guess a contact info email was sent out that I didn't get. But Michael (the one who sent the email) and I are facebook friends now. And I can tell that we're going to be friends. I haven't heard from the other 4 people, but I do know that there are 6 people total in my class, 3 guys and 3 girls. They are real people now.

I guess that's really what today boils down to. This is all becoming REAL now. 8 weeks, and my next chapter will begin. The most drastic one so far. I cannot WAIT!!! I'm so excited I don't know how I'm going to make it. And yes, it's becoming real, but I almost still don't believe it.

There are also moments for me, in my strange yet familiar sabbatical in Granbury, when I am reminded of the big world out there beyond Hood County. I cling to those moments. Katie's wedding weekend and bachelorette party were, ACL was one, this weekend (I hope) will be one also. Moments when I get to see friends who either moved on from this place or didn't come from it to begin with. I'm reminded that I had another life, too. And that I will have more. I don't have to be the same person I was here, the person everybody remembers me as. I don't have to be the censored version of myself (I couldn't think of a better way to say that). I'm reminded that I moved on.

I am so looking forward to being myself, my whole self, again. And maybe more so than ever before.

Of course, my roots are always in Texas. And that's a part of me. But I'm not sure I really belong here. I guess I'll finally get to find out.

If anyone reads this, remind me to post my most recent sub fiasco soon. :)

The Battle of the Exes

Before I start, I just want to put a disclaimer on this and say that at least part of it is probably due to PMS.

I've had an ugly resurfacing of the exes, one in particular, lately. It started with thinking about the most recent one, for no reason, and then I thought about one from a couple of years ago and I just missed him for no reason. But then, I had a real encounter with the most significant ex from the longest ago.

Last weekend, I went to a party at my ex-boyfriend's cousin's house. I went with a mutual friend. I was told that my ex wouldn't be there, and I decided that even if he was (with his fiance no less), it wouldn't be a big deal.

He had left right before we got there. That wasn't the issue. The problem was that his cousin (and one of his best friends) and I got to catching up and talking about old times. It was a lot of fun, and really good to see him. Too good. We had spent a lot of time together ourselves back then, so being at his house (which is incidentally on the same land as the ex's house) brought back all those memories and in, or at least close to, the place where they happened. It was like going back in time five years, but not. Totally weird.

I think, at least I told myself, that it's not him I missed. It was the fun we all used to have, and the feelings that I had back then and haven't really had since. He was the only relationship I've had where "I love you" was spoken out loud (and consequently the only guy whom I know has loved me). I tend to just expect that no one feels that way about me and I'm not capable of attracting real relationships. He was the exception. And therefore, he has a part of me that I will never get back.

That being said, I've come LIGHTYEARS from where I was when he broke up with me. I will never, ever, ever, ever again (though I have since, but I'm in an even better place now) make a decision because of a guy. I don't want/need to be in a relationship right now (I usually don't believe people when they say that...but other people tend to date more than I do). I don't depend on it like some of my friends do. I have me, and that's enough. It may always be enough. If I do get married someday, or even have another real relationship, the guy will not be in control. He will not define me. I'm bigger than that. I'm bigger than the ex I've been talking about, and that's why we didn't work out. It hurt, and it still stings at times, like when I run into him*, but men are no longer a consideration in my life. I'm not letting myself be oppressed anymore.

I think I've forgiven him. It's hard to say. I find it hard to let go of people, and I find it hard to really hate them or hold grudges. I just can't forget about who they were to me while I loved them. And I can't stop loving that part of them. I can hate what they did to me and hate who they've become, but I can't hate the part of them that stays with me. That also makes them hard to get over, but I think it keeps even cynical old me human (I'm a lot softer than I come across).

The way I get over people is to stop them from existing in my world. Well, the world. I just go on, and to me, they don't. Which also makes it hard when I see them or something to do with them happens unexpectedly (like reminiscing with old mutual friends....makes real what hasn't seemed that way for awhile) because then I see that they DO exist, and they HAVE moved on. But I have to remember that I've moved on too. I just feel sort of like once I've given my love to somebody, they have it. I'm not going to take it back. And none of them seem to care. Or to feel the same connection to me. I'm going back to pretending they don't exist. It's the only way I know. It's not that I want to be with these people anymore--I don't. I just wish people could be more caring/compassionate and realize that even though things end, they have meaning and significance even if they weren't everlasting. Most things, most important things, aren't everlasting.

*I think I left out an important part of the story. Tonight, my mom and I went to a restaurant in Fort Worth, and I saw the ex in the parking lot, which is really random, because he lives in Stephenville, and we live in Granbury, so the fact that we were in the same parking lot in totally different city was pretty weird. We didn't speak; he was on the phone, and I was talking to my mom (she didn't even see him), but our eyes locked. And it made me nauseous.

One more thing: I find it really ironic that I totally get along better with the cousin. We have a lot more in common, and he's really nice--not a total douchebag like the ex (I'm not the only one who says that about him...he's changed a lot). If the cousin didn't have a girlfriend, I'd be all over that. Haha.

So I have to quit the swim team. Practically, it's just as well because that's $70 I get to keep instead of spend each month until I leave. It basically comes down to that I don't want to pay the 2009 registration for just January. PLUS, if I quit before December, I don't have to participate in the mandatory fundraiser that will inevitably end up in me eating $50 for not doing it. That's $190 I can spend on something cool in Europe.

Even more than that, I won't have to spend 2 hours in the car 4-5 days a week. That's pretty exhausting, and while I will say that it's been worth it, it will still be a relief not to do it anymore. I can get used to running, doing more strength training, and doing yoga regularly, since that's how I'll probably be working out in Prague (unless I can find a pool I can go to cheaply--fingers crossed!). I went running today actually (since I ignored my sub calls this morning to preserve my sanity...ssshhh), and it was fabulous. I'm feeling really good right now, really positive and optimistic. I think I'll probably be more healthy all around in Europe, because Europeans are generally just healthier, and I'll be living that lifestyle--walking more, smaller portions, etc.

Anyway, despite all of these positives about quitting the team, there are some negatives too. I have made a lot of new friends and reconnected with some old ones on the team. It's been a great way to stay in shape, challenge myself, and just do something I love in an organized way. (By that I mean not having to just go to the pool and swim laps by myself like I did in Corpus). I even got to compete in a swim meet, which I hadn't done in 5 years, and I'm sad that I only got to do one since I joined. I'm so glad I did that one. I felt like I was getting really good, and now I'm going to have to stop. There's nowhere for me to swim on my own in Granbury. I'm not a member of the Y, where the only indoor pool is, and I'm not going to become one. At least it won't be very hard for me to get in running shape since I'm already in swimming shape.

But still, FAST is like home. It was in high school, and it is now, though in a very different way. When I quit the first time (to go to college), it killed a little part of me that came alive again in the past 5 months. Now, it will happen again, and I have to be prepared for that. Swimming on that team was something I've always dreamed about, from when I swam there the first time and didn't even know if I could do it, to missing it the whole time I was away. I just have to remember the positives and that I'm working toward another dream, one that requires sacrifice. And I hope that I will find something even a little bit like FAST in my new phase of life.

I'm going to enjoy my last 5 days of practice like I have never enjoyed swim practice before.

Horrors from the World of a Young Sub

I have to comment on my crazy day of substituting this week. You could argue that everyday as a sub is crazy in some way, but this one was bizarre--mostly because the crazies weren't the students. They were the other subs I had to work with that day. Because I was subbing for an aide, I was with other teachers all day long. Because I was subbing for an aide in the science department (this was at the high school) and all of the science teachers in the district were at a conference, I was with other subs all day. I should clarify that the majority of substitute teachers are retired people who do it to supplement their social security. Not to be ageist (sp?), but...well, you'll see.



Crazy Sub #1:



First of all, totally ineffective. Wait, no, first of all, he was late. If I was late, because I'm young and frequently mistaken for a STUDENT (not annoying at all!), I could never get away with that. But I digress. Totally ineffective. He would whistle at the students and tell them to be quiet, and they wouldn't even hear him. Now, here was a time when my usually annoying loud voice came in handy. I yelled over them, and that got their attention. Maybe that was why he decided that I needed to do his job for him for the rest of the day. But, um...PROBLEM! I was the aide. He was supposed to be in charge of the class, and I was their for support, particularly since I had to go to other classes in some periods. And if he wasn't capable of that, well, he shouldn't be subbing. I don't care how bad of shortage the district has. They should screen these people!



So, the class was supposed to take a test on balancing equations. It was all laid out what we were supposed to remind the students about before the test. Seems simple, right? Well, that totally threw this guy for a loop. He just decided that I should explain the test and what to do to them, and he would read his newspaper. That didn't bother me too much. I was there to help, and it gave me something to do. But then, the sub suspected someone of cheating. Instead of getting his lazy ass up to take care of it, he told me to go check and see. Someone needed a piece of paper, and he expected me to find him one. Like I knew where anything was in that classroom either. And it went on.



Some kid (who obviously was trying to get out of taking the test--he told me he didn't know how to do it and basically wasn't going to--I swear some of these kids are TRYING to get kicked out of school) asked if he could go to the office and call his mom. I don't know why. So does the sub who's supposed to be in charge decide? Of course not. He looks at me to decide for him. I didn't even hear what the kid had said, so I walked over to his desk and asked him what he wanted. He asked again if he could go call his mom (he hadn't started the test yet), and I just said, "You don't need to do that right now," and walked away. Seriously, how hard was that? Maybe I'm just a glutton for power, but hello, that's your job as a sub. I don't let them take advantage of me.



One more thing about this sub. I was in his room again at the end of the day, and a few minutes before the bell to go home, I picked up my stuff to leave. I was the aide, I wasn't doing anything, so I was going to return my sub folder to the office and go. I told the sub that I was going to go ahead and sneak out, and he just looked at me and said, "Oh, I was just going to ask you if I could do the same thing." Excuse me?? I just wanted to say, "You are the TEACHER for today. This is your class. I am not your slave. I am an aide who travels around. I'm not here so you don't have to do anything." And I got up to leave. He looked at me, surprised, and said, "You go, I'll stay." But I could tell he wanted me to offer to stay. Yeah, right. I don't let the students take advantage of me, and I wasn't going to let him, either. Now, just to clarify, had I been the teacher, or had it been my job to stay there, I would have. And, I explained to him what an aide does. So, if he couldn't grasp that concept, again, he shouldn't have been subbing.

Crazy Sub #2:

Do you ever have one of those moments where you're sitting somewhere and you're kind of happy to be alone? You don't know anyone around, and you don't feel like making small talk with a stranger. Well, that's how I felt at lunch on this day. I was sitting at the end of the long table in the teacher's lounge, away from the other teachers on purpose. I felt someone come up behind me, and I just knew she was going to sit next to me. She did, of course. She said, "how are you?" and I said good or fine, I don't remember. I may have asked her how she was, but I don't think I did. I didn't make any kind of effort to talk to her. I just sat there eating my lunch.

But of course, she forced me to talk to her. She asked me how long I'd been subbing. She'd been doing it about the same amount of time. She asked me what I was doing, as in with my life (I get this a LOT--I think it's because I'm so much younger than the other subs), so I begrudgingly told her about Prague and that I was taking a break from grad school. And what do you know, her brother is chair of the English department at the University of Houston. And of course, she could give me his email address! Wonderful. She told me that she just moved here to take care of her sick parents and that she was 52 (that will be important later). She asked if I was married, and I said no. At that point, I looked at her hands and noticed she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. We discovered that I would be assisting in her class the next period. Yippee. This lady was queen of TMI. Maybe I'm antisocial, but I'm just not comfortable opening up to people I've just met, unless we have some kind of immediate connection. This has happened very few times in my life, and it wasn't happening with her. I just wanted her to leave me alone. I guess I'm just someone it takes awhile to get to know.

Anyway, lunch ended, and I reluctantly went to this lady's class. It was a class I had subbed for the week before, and I was familiar with their assignment. Class was in the library, so the kids were working on the computers, and, aside from helping someone from time to time, there wasn't a lot for us to do but talk to each other. She continued to prattle on, and I continued to try to be polite while using non-welcoming body language.

Then, she gets out some sticky notes and tells me, "I'm writing down my email address and phone number." I thought she meant for the real teacher, and I immediately thought, Oh my God. She's really going to give me a play-by-play of EVERYTHING she does today. However, she continued, "so you can call or email me, and I'll take you out to lunch. I know the owners of Miyako (the Japanese restaurant in town), and they're really nice, fun guys. Good looking, in their 30s. I can set you up if you want. It would be nice to have someone to date before you leave. So we can sit at the sushi bar, drink wine, and hang out. I may be older than you, but I'm not an old fart."

I politely laughed and agreed insincerely, but she found it convincing. So this lady wants to hang out with me! I found it very weird. Then, I immediately felt bad for thinking mean thoughts about her when she was obviously so desperate for friends. And I analyzed for a second: would I have thought it was so weird if she was my age? I don't know, I might have. I probably still would've thought it was too forward, and again, I didn't feel any connection to her, I just felt like I was trying to be nice. You know, you get vibes from people. Vibes that immediately turn you off.

Then, the creepiest part came. She was showing me her new laptop, I guess because she thought it was really cool, and she asked me if I had a laptop to take to Prague with me. I said, yes, I did, and she asked me if it had a built in webcam with microphone, and I said yes, but I'd never used it. She said that hers did too, but she didn't know how to use it and she needed to figure it out. She added, "I was just thinking that would be nice, you know, for when you go overseas." Internally, my jaw dropped. Does she seriously mean so she and I can talk to each other while I'm in Prague??? Ok, now I wasn't thinking I was being too closed off, I was thinking this woman had definite social issues.

Luckily, I only had to be in her class for that one period. When I left, she was really disappointed and said that she was so glad to have met me and she really hoped I would call her. I didn't get it because I really didn't think I'd been that nice to her. Maybe I'm better at faking it than I thought, but anyone who knows me wouldn't believe that.

So now, I'm paranoid that I'm going to run into this woman at a school again, and she's going to ask me why I haven't called. To be honest, I really thought about calling or emailing. What could it hurt? It'd give me something to do, which, sometimes in this town, I am desperate for (but I am pretty good at occupying myself...perks of an only child). HOWEVER, I can tell this woman is a little off her rocker and besides that, a total space invader, which I don't do well with. Oh, well.

Substituting has taught me that I don't want to teach public school, mostly because of all the bullshit and the ridiculous ADULTS who work in them. There's some of that at colleges and universities too, of course, but it was so much better. My time as a sub is partly responsible for my decision to eventually go back to school. I'm too smart for this. I'm sorry, but it's true.

Bring it on.

Teaching?

So I had a thought recently, and reading Chelsie's post about teaching inspired me to write it down.

Maybe, after my overseas experience is over, I'll go back to school. I had already thought about that, but I didn't know what it would be for. And I still don't know, but I was thinking maybe I'd finish my master's in Rhet/Comp. Substituting has made me see A LOT of stuff about education. And I think what I really want to do, if I stick with education, is what I was already studying to do, which is teach college level composition. I know, I know, if I want to do that, then why did I quit grad school? Well, these things aren't black and white, although my dad would like to believe they are (there may be a blog on him at a later time). A few reasons:

1. Burn out. Enough said.
2. Not having a clue at the time what I really wanted to do. And now, I don't feel like I'm signing my life away just because it's easier than exploring options.
3. I just knew it was time for me to leave. Very hard to do, but time. People don't have to understand that, but it's true.
4. This is mine. Before it wasn't. And that's very important to me.

Those are the basics. I still don't know for sure if that's what I'll do. I'm still pondering law school and public school certification. And who knows what else may come along in the next couple of years. But I was also thinking, especially since I had to quit teaching swimming lessons this week (which totally broke my heart and I wish I could just do that all the time, but it doesn't pay the bills) that if I was teaching, either in college or public school, that summers off would leave time for swim coaching/teaching, which I would definitely be into. I just need to figure out if that's what I want. There are a lot of things I hate about it. But things I love, and teaching my own subject to my own students would be better.

Even if I do go back to school, I think I'll try to finish the degree at another school. I miss Corpus a lot right now, but I feel like my chapter there is over and it's time for new chapters in other places. I guess I'd just have to see if that's possible. But not anytime soon; I have enough to do now.

my rollercoaster

Today, I was thinking about how I get going on a really good path and then get totally self-destructive for a little while, which is something I think about a lot.

When I'm in the good place, I always think, "Now, I've got it. This time I'm going to keep this going and not fall into that trap." But I always fall into it. For a day, a week, a month, whatever. I can never predict how long.
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But the new thought I had today was that maybe that dark place is something I need. Maybe it's a ying and yang type thing; I can't have the light without the dark. It is true that I am either way up or way down, and I'm learning that is something I will probably always struggle with, but I'm hoping at least that it will become easier to manage as I get older. But anyway, as sick as it sounds, I kind of enjoy my dark moods. I kind of like listening to depressing music, feeling pessimistic, like I can hate anything and not care about anything and just let all the demons run free inside me. It's sooo weird to me right now that I'm reading Jekyll and Hyde and just finished Mary Reilly and now I'm having this revelation, and I didn't even make the connection until after I wrote it down just now. Wow. I am Dr. Jekyll. I think that because I care so much, all of the time, that it's just too exhausting and you just can't try that hard all the time. Just like Dr. J. I guess I finally understand what Matt (the counselor) told me 2 1/2 years ago: so what if sometimes I just want to be in a bad mood, listen to depressing music, have all kinds of existential thoughts, and write existential poetry? Then, I couldn't see how that could be okay. Now, I'm beginning to.

However, even with my new revelation, I am still striving for a balance in all things. But I also think that that may be something I am always working toward but never 100% achieving.

slanted optimism

Wow. Two days in a row.

It's self-preservation.

Deciding that you're happy with the way things turn out. You're glad that things happened the way they did, even if it wasn't what you really wanted...or still want.

Logically, you know that there is no point in having regrets, so you make yourself happy with whatever turn of events comes your way. It saves you from lamenting over bad decisions, failed attempts, loss.

In that way, we're all optimists.

Although of course, I suppose not everyone thinks this way.

I don't know if it's really possible not to have ANY regrets. I think it's ok to say you would've done something differently if you had it to do over, and it doesn't necessarily mean that you want to do it over or that you regret what happened after that decision or instance.

There's just so much gray area in everything.

I have to stop being so abstract. Well, at least some of the time.

rushes of thoughts and emotion

I have to stop writing these things when it's late and I want to go to sleep. I need to do it when I have more time to process.

Sometimes, I get overwhelmed (word choice?) by this uncontrollable sadness. Or rush of emotion, determination, etc. I suppose that's normal. Maybe. Like today, when I was watching Living Proof and how hard that guy had to fight for his project, to see it through and to really make a difference. Sometimes it seems so easy to make a difference in books and movies, even when it's a true story, but it really isn't. It's a big fucking deal. Which kind of gets me thinking about career choice/next move when I come back from overseas. Teach, go to law school, go back to grad school, move somewhere new and across the country, hell, stay abroad, who knows. But I know that I haven't come this far in refusing to settle to pretend to decide right now. Life has shown me time and time again how foolish that would be. Part of the reason I haven't really picked any kind of career path (other than fear, anxiety, and a general rebellious nature) is that I won't sell out. I know that I want to do something meaningful, and as naive as that sounds, and as much as I know that it's really easy to say that and never end up doing anything at all, I really believe it. And it's not like I'm doing nothing. I've got my next step planned out, and that's all I need for now.

Anyway, I really hope I'm not like Joan Crawford in personality. I just finished reading Mommie Dearest, and while I know I'm not crazy, love-starved, or an alcoholic, I do see a few similarities, like difficulty getting close to people, talking about deep feelings (which I guess is why I have this blog)...I don't think I'm that fucked up about relationships, though. I don't want to say I've got myself all figured out, because that would be REALLY naive, but I have figured out some things about myself and what works for me, regardless of what seems to work for everyone else. Like my close friends, how I make friends and meet people, my moods, needing to do things in my own time. By that I mean schedule. Ok. I'm rambling. I'm still trying to work some stuff out. I'm beginning to see that that's a lifelong process and in many cases a day to day struggle. Just knowing that makes me feel better.

I was thinking that maybe I'd write a story about struggle and coming up out of the darkness. I don't know if that would be cliche. I guess it would depend on how I wrote it. It just seems like there's a whole lot of those, but I guess it's just an archetype thing. I'm just really resisting becoming like all those other novelists out there. I'm still waiting on my own identity as a writer a little bit. But I think to find it, I need to write. I'll probably start that story, or something like it, and see how it goes. But not tonight.

Wow, I'm longwinded in writing (sooo much easier than talking). But that's something else I do know about myself.

p.s. It's funny how much easier this is away from the school environment. But I needed the school environment to learn it.

G-town thoughts

*I need to remember that I'm listening to On the Surface right now. So when I can afford music again, I can buy it. I'm going through withdrawls!

I just wanted to write a little bit about this time in Granbury. This very weird and long overdue transition for me. I keep thinking that I know I'll write so much more when I'm in Prague, but I can't wish my life away. The stuff that happens now is important too.

So what does my life consist of right now? Teaching swimming lessons, swimming masters, substitute teaching, sleeping, trying to sell shit on amazon...occasionally getting to spend time with friends. Spending as little money as possible...and, of course, BUYING PLANE TICKETS ACROSS THE FREAKING OCEAN!!I still can't believe I did that. In a good way.

But, as much as I am looking forward to my journey, I can't forget about the journey I am in the middle of. As busy as I've been, I've had a lot of time for reflecting. And I find a lot of joy in simple things I am doing right now: a lot of them swimming related (of course, haha), but other things too, like weekend roadtrips (where mom pays for gas) and when kids I sub for act sad that I'm not coming back to their class the next day. That could be some kind of weird validation. Oh, well.

For the first time in my life, I'm really working TOWARD something real and something that I have no questions that I want. I'm scared, sure. I don't know what will happen, but even if it's terrible, it will be an incredible adventure. And no matter what, it's MINE. And I'm doing this for no one but myself. I'm out on my own and not considering anyone else or anything that might be more "practical" for me. Knowing myself (and I feel like during this transition, I have reeeeally gotten to know myself, more than ever), it's weird to say it, but that's a first. I've never made a major decision without considering leaving people or places behind or the possibility of a relationship of some kind.

One thing that does scare me is my relationship with my parents and how it will change when I leave. Yes, I did live away from home for 5 years, but when I leave again, I will have been home for 7 1/2 months, longer than I've been home since before I moved out. I've gotten used to seeing and talking to my parents everyday again and being a part of each other's day to day lives. Yes, they drive me crazy sometimes and we have our differences, but it's going to be weird not to have that again. It'll go back to talking once or twice a week, sending a few emails, and just telling each other the highlights. I'm both looking forward to it and dreading it. I guess it's always like that with everything...you can never have anything both ways.

I'll continue these G-town thoughts later. I'm tired. And I'll try not to make every post between now and February about Prague stuff. I have so many more other things I need to get out of me.

My 1st blog in at least 3 years

I'm going to make this one short; I just wanted to get started. I have the day off today, and I have a bunch of recorded shows to watch, so I'm anxious to start the couch potato time. I'll get deep (probably way too deep) later.

I used to have a xanga, and I blogged ALLLLL the time. Friends would tell me it was their entertainment, like a soap opera (I was 18-20 during this time and very dramatic). I stopped doing it because I started to think I was censoring myself in a way because I was always writing for an audience. But after awhile, I stopped journaling altogether and eventually stopped writing, which is something I think I need. Of course, I was a little burned out because of school (I have an English degree), but I've missed it.

I think I've realized that it doesn't really matter if all of my journals or blogs have some kind of audience in mind. I find it very difficult to write without one. If writing is communication and/or expression, I need someone to communicate with or express myself to. I'm in my own head all the time; I don't need to write to myself.

That said, it doesn't matter if no one reads this. I just need to feel that someone could and would understand what I'm writing.

That's all for now. More to come soon.