for now. i’m writing.
April 9, 2013
i can’t really tell you why my writing hiatus happened.
or how i didn’t realize it was.
but. i’ve been thinking about it these last few days.
as i separated my cyber space selves.
and. i don’t know how i feel about my dismissing of an entire aspect of my life without even thinking about it.
really how anyone can slowly forget the small habits of their life without a second thought.
but it happens a lot more often than i think i’ve realized.
we get so caught up in the random things that fall in our laps that the more permanent parts get pushed to the side.
i. was caught up with law school searches. leaving a hostile job. playing with politics. and worrying about what my summer is going to look like.
when i write them out, they seem less time consuming than they have been.
but.
with law school:
i’m getting slowly used to this leaving-in-3 1/2-months thing.
but it still makes me slightly nauseous when i think about it.
the air is different over there.
the trees are even different.
and yet. i’ll probably forget all of the differences after a couple months of being there.
the hostile job:
i left it. or rather. it left me. it was more or less mutual.
(i needed it and they wanted it.)
while i loved.
french meadow.
so. badly.
the customers. the people i worked with.
it was one of those places where a piece of me always felt terrible while i was there.
the atmosphere was poisonous.
and after you’ve been there for long enough, you’ll feel it slowly choking you.
but having such distinctly different feelings about a place (ya know…loving something that’s slowly eating you alive).
well. you have to be happy when it leaves your life.
but at the same time, it’s undoubtably sad.
politics:
i don’t think it’s a secret, but politics are my everything.
not so much the strategic get-me-elected
type of thing.
but more of what happens when you do.
how single individuals can completely alters the turn out of the future.
and how you can help that happen.
yum.
summer.
i don’t usually enjoy worrying about things.
and usually my worry transforms into plan upon plan of what-can-i-do-next.
that hasn’t settled in yet.
and i don’t know what i want to do next.
how i want to spend these next few months.
before law school. after that job. marinating in politics.
how do i want to carve out a few memories that i can take with me. put in a little box. and seal the past of my minneapolis life?
for now.
i’m writing.
throughout these few months.
and hopefully there after.
10th resolution
January 1, 2012
breakfast hasn’t happened yet (were trying to avoid someone so this has turned into a covert mission). I figured I’d write the next blog in the meantime.
I figured out my 10th resolution. I’m going to write a letter to someone every day. how great does that sound? and I think I’m going to try to send the letters out within the week of writing them.
a couple people last night were talking about the John Adams letters and how people pieced together his life using the letters he wrote. so. although I think that there will be other ways to piece together my life if need be, I still love the idea of writing letters.
and i even acquired another pen pal yesterday whom I’m terribly excited to start writing. I love getting to know people through letters. he is another peace corps volunteer and he loves poetry and philosophy. perfect hmm?
if you’d like to be my pen pal, email me your address and we can start a beautiful line of written communication.
(like you nick pritchard)
