I Feel Like I’m Wandering Aimlessly

My wife was watching an episode of Friends the other day.  It begins with the group gathered around Rachel’s door with party hats and balloons, banners and kazoos—they’re waiting to celebrate her birthday. But it isn’t just any birthday, it’s her 30th birthday, and as excited as they seem to be to celebrate the milestone, she isn’t having any of it. The entire episode follows this idea we hold widely that 30 is when we all begin our downturn, that that age specifically marks a point by which our lives are worth mourning, our dreams worth abandoning because everything not yet achieved—marriage, a family, travel, the dream career—is effectively beyond our reach.

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Onto What’s Next

I think it was around the time I completed the first semester of my last year in college that I really began to struggle with what it was I was supposed to do next. My degree in English was and would be wonderful, but the opportunities readily available to me weren’t quite what I had envisioned when I first began. I knew that long before I graduated, but in the months following, when jobs eluded me and the best I could manage was working in a coffee shop, I wrestled with what moment would be “mine”: my first moment of brilliance, my first moment of success, the first moment I might feel as though what I’d worked toward for all of the years prior would come to head and produce before me some sort of…something.

May Update!

Hey guys!

I wanted to pop over and provide to you an update on what has been going on in my life and why, largely, I’ve been rather absent for the past month. 

I’m Teaching Myself to Code

I like to believe myself to be a student. When I was younger, I was convinced that given the opportunity I would have stayed in school for decades, dissecting the inner workings of the English language, mathematical equations, cultural customs, the human mind, and the secrets of the universe we live in. But I never did. Much of that dream came from a natural thirst I’ve always had to learn, but approaching the three-year anniversary of my having finished college, I’ve done little more than dabble with the idea of returning back to school.

I keep learning though.

The Movie That Never Was

A couple of days ago I came across a post on a friend’s Facebook page freaking out about the nonexistence of a movie starring Sinbad. That sentence would seem fairly un-special and undeserving of an entire post on this here blog, but the catch to it is: they remembered having seen it. A LOT of people remembered seeing it.

The Benefits of Being a Writer

The other day I ran into a guy that used to come into the coffee shop I worked in, a guy that shared a similar love for writing that I did and who was now, or would be soon, going to school for English. We talked for a moment and then parted ways, but I couldn’t help thinking of how envious I was of his position.

Settling In and December Change

The last few weeks have been a little strange I’d say, not because of any one thing, but because of everything. When your life takes a turn–albeit a planned, expected and wondrous turn such as you might find with moving out and marriage–it takes some adjusting, some settling in.