August has been tough. Not even the seemingly endless summer nights, the pleasant idleness, the purposeful detachment from the outer world. Not only the life-changing, mind-boggling (or so everyone keeps on saying) decision to live with someone, to work somewhere and to dream, want, need something completely different.
Whatever that something may be, I am yet to find out.
I have contemplated canceling the blog probably at least once a month since its creation not too long ago. I have waited long enough for a revelation of sorts in what direction I should take it. I suppose no one has higher expectations from a 22 and 1/2 year-old college graduate than the graduate herself. I have decided to continue writing albeit more rarely than desired. I almost cannot believe I am admitting it, but I miss this medium of expression in a twisted way. It reminds me of my masochist paper writing during the nth all-nighter I have managed to pull off, caffeine and drug free.
The current post serves as a space-filler, as a re-evaluation if you wish. Feel free to let me know how disappointed you are I haven't covered the Gulf oil spill or that I have been silent in regards to my Dantesque experience reading Jeff Sachs. I may even be open to criticism.
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