Ramble Time

Hello. I have no point. I have no purpose. I am just never ending circles overlapping one another. I have ideas. All these ideas. So many many ideas. But, I do not know what I should do. I want to do them. I want to write. I want to travel. I want to review. I…

Try Again?

The submission window for a literary magazine just opened up. This is the same one that rejected me a while back. Part of me wants to submit again. But part of me is terrified of the rejection. Absolutely terrified. I have been in a fragile state in terms of my writing as of late. It…

How?

How can I do more? How can I do more for you? I ask myself this daily. I want to do more for you, for us. But, how? I long to provide. I long to do more. I am trying. It kills me how tired you are. How worn out you are. I want to…

Where?

Words of the written variety have always been my solace. Reading is a passion of mine. Writing is an even larger passion. I have always wanted to pursue it. Always. After my car accident, weeks before embarking on an adventure to college, something in me shifted. Words that once flew so quickly and easily, ceased.…

Questioning

In a few weeks, I am travelling to Atlanta, GA, for a work conference. A week long adventure. It is primarily centered around the business and management. I just received my packet today. Inside was a questionnaire. A simple little list. No more than maybe 15 questions. I read it and was forced to pause…

You are overworked. Thank you, Captain Obvious. Of this, I am aware. But I must overwork myself. It is who I am. You have no life. I know this. And embrace it. You can not comprehend it. I must work. I must work. You do not get it. You are going to have an impact…

I promised to love you. Again and again. To love you, to support you. Thick. Thin. I found a friend. A partner. A lover. In you. I am here; I am here. We are one. I swear to love you through it all. We got this. We do.

What would it have been like had I not dropped out of college? If I had gone to the popular school in town? Settled? What would it have been like to be graduated at this time? Would I have been any closer to achieving happiness? Yet. I do not find myself feeling extreme regret. I…