This road of life we are on is so strange sometimes.
It’s odd to me that near the end of college and the beginning of career, what I want most is to write. And write. And write.
But what I find myself doing less and less, is writing.
I write for classes. I write for the school paper. I write for resumes and cover letters. But I don’t write for myself. I jot down bullet point lists and have a notebook full of ideas, yet can’t deliver in my personal creativeness.
Well, that’s no good.
My discipline hasn’t gone anywhere, while my schedule may have.
In all my chaos I seem to have lost time for what I enjoy most. Luckily, I’m still young and creative writing is still inside me waiting to be used.
The sun is still overhead and as long as that’s still true, I’ll know there’s something to write about.