What it Is

I have proven myself a failure at being consistent. Methinks this should be a place for me. Maybe not the collected me that makes sense. More like the me that likes to be. To wonder, to plan, to think, to understand. I want to write everyday. It is my hope that this is the blog that will facilitate that goal.

I dont make any promises. You could still call this my creative blog. But I'd like to think of it more as the debris that is left behind after all the normal thoughts blow through my consciousness.

Don't expect it to always make sense or be worth your time. I think the main goal if for it to be my sanity.

Mottled Light

Mottled Light
the way my mind feels sometimes, waiting for a breakthrough.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Entry Seventy-Three

I wish I could say that my mood has much improved.

I am comfortable and warm.

I am surrounded by the warm glow of technology.

Beautiful music swells and falls.

Very soon all of this will be taken away from me.

I will be cold and uncomfortable. I will be in alien territory. There will potentially be no technology and no beautiful music. I will know no one.

This is what I go to.

I think the fear is gone because I have resigned myself to it. The uncertainty is still there. The knots are managing to stay away for the time being. I know that it will be great. It will all be okay and work out fine. I just need to get past that initial awkward stage.

And so I go into the unknown. Into a strange world called adulthood. I think I have been avoiding it all these years. But here, I have to grow up. I can't be the timid child I have been all my life.
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