And Now, Back to the Soapbox...
Yeah, I know I have been slacking. Forgive me readers, for I have sinned- It has been two weeks since my last confession (or rant about life, the universe, and everything).
It is very easy to get caught up in the subtleties of everyday life. Often I do not even notice that I am doing it. One day I shake my head, rub I my eyes, and it is a month later. I guess that is what growing older is about. The daily grind. But I suppose it is all to some end. I was told by my advisor last week to start thinking about filling out an application for graduation. Now I have been at this position before at my last school, but this time it seems to mean a little more. To finally be done jumping through hoops. The possibility of holding that seemingly insignificant piece of paper in my hands... it is nice to see the light at the end of the tunnel. But that is still only a distant promise.
I must concentrate on the matters at hand.
I have been particularly bad as of late maintaining correspondence with those who mean so much to me. I could attribute it to school, to my internship, or to work, but I think above all, I would attribute it to a depressed sensibility. I simply have been at a loss for words as of late. I have composed countless letters in capito to a variety of individuals, but for some reason I have not been able to commit them to a more tangible form. Instead, I write these abstract blog entries, hoping to affect those individuals to whom I compose my numerous, albeit silent thoughts to.
But I am resolved. Expect an email from me. And perhaps another harangue on this blog... same bat time, same bat channel.
It is very easy to get caught up in the subtleties of everyday life. Often I do not even notice that I am doing it. One day I shake my head, rub I my eyes, and it is a month later. I guess that is what growing older is about. The daily grind. But I suppose it is all to some end. I was told by my advisor last week to start thinking about filling out an application for graduation. Now I have been at this position before at my last school, but this time it seems to mean a little more. To finally be done jumping through hoops. The possibility of holding that seemingly insignificant piece of paper in my hands... it is nice to see the light at the end of the tunnel. But that is still only a distant promise.
I must concentrate on the matters at hand.
I have been particularly bad as of late maintaining correspondence with those who mean so much to me. I could attribute it to school, to my internship, or to work, but I think above all, I would attribute it to a depressed sensibility. I simply have been at a loss for words as of late. I have composed countless letters in capito to a variety of individuals, but for some reason I have not been able to commit them to a more tangible form. Instead, I write these abstract blog entries, hoping to affect those individuals to whom I compose my numerous, albeit silent thoughts to.
But I am resolved. Expect an email from me. And perhaps another harangue on this blog... same bat time, same bat channel.
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