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. (more…)
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. (more…)
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. (more…)
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. (more…)
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. (more…)
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. (more…)
There’s something strange about being married. Slip on a suit, slide on a ring, say your I dos and in a moment, no matter your age, something happens. (more…)