I am 23 years old. To some that is old. But to a much greater majority, that is very young. To me.....it is weird. I have no idea how to be 23. I am still a kid, but am expected to be an adult at the same time. Being forced into this strange new middle ground has had some strange effects on my personality and life. As I creep towards the unavoidable number of 24, I find myself a much calmer person than I would expect...and possibly that my past would suggest. I find myself in a good mood almost every second of every day. I deal with a terrifying level of incompetence from this cities finest health care professionals on a daily basis...and yet...
I smile, and I laugh. I am happy all day...with the occasional blip of course, but for the most part I find no reason to be sad. For some people I suppose this is no feat at all. But to me, it is wonderfully surprising. Even on the worst of days, I leave the office and I am smiling by the time I hit Airport Blvd (which for those of you unfamiliar with Mobile geography is approximately .2 miles from my office). So I suppose I should be thankful for my aging process. It has brought me to some kind of understanding of the world that allows me to push past the piles of weird and meaningless things that used to effect me, and smile. So thanks.....uh....clocks and calenders. And thanks to Megan, and my parents and brothers and friends, who all have shaped me into this person I am. I am completely satisfied with who I am now, and who I know I will become in the few years ahead of me. You have all set me on this path...
That all being said, time has taken one thing from me that I used to enjoy a great deal.
Writing.
I used to write all the time. I have notebooks of things I just wrote (no, not a diary). I would just write stories, small books almost.....really small books. I would write songs and yes, even poems. It seems strange I am sure, but I would just sit and write. I loved it. Unfortunately for my GPA's sake, a lot of this writing took place in classrooms. I used to write stories and other things like that and email them to my old English teachers, and have them critique them.
I miss that.
So I have decided that I will resume my writing...here...in this blog.
It may not always make sense, and it will probably never be great, but I will at least get back to doing something I love. SO i guess so long Mobile Tuna...And I will be back tomorrow...
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ReplyDeleteI like the dedication to the blog in this most recent post. I feel like this is a turning point in the direction of the blog and the direction its going in is one that I'm liking. Adams and I have already conversed about the most recent post and we both agree that this is the type of effort that we've been looking for.