In a bit less than a week I'll be braving whatever weather Maryland has in store for me (cold, rain, wind, sunshine, all possible) to begin what I feel is Round 4 of college. The fourth time I have taken my slow life of home to that place where I can feel the line pulling me up but no, my natural instinct is to resist, pull back. I am miserable without purpose but still lack the drive to take one on, i.e. "higher" education.
Somehow every time I'm on holiday from school I feel the need to justify (to myself) in personal journal entries just why I persist in lazying about the house and accomplishing next to nothing. Not really making dates with friends much, hardly making a dent in my List of Books to Read, opening files of my personal writing and closing them again without adding new material. There's no reason I shouldn't be actively pursuing all of these things - their only enemy most of the time is School, and take that out of the equation, voilĂ , right?
Ugh.
So I'll sit and tell myself (honestly, who else is listening) that maybe once I do something extraordinary, or something extraordinary happens to me, maybe then life will start and the constant "get on with it" will reach some part of my brain. Hoping it's a productive part.
The only time I feel right these days is losing myself in books or songs... other people's products of genius. It feels good at first, but then self-reflection chastises me for not aiming higher than this stuff, that which gets me going. I want to get Them going, and You too.
The elusive How...
Maybe this time. All the other beginnings weren't right, and this is the One. For sure. Yes. Maybe.
>>Music recs: Mumford & Sons, Sigh No More; The Replacements, Tim
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