Hi. It’s been a while.
Remember when I said weekly? Yeah, me too.
And here’s the thing, I don’t have a good excuse.
I could tell you that starting my last semester of school was stressful, and it is, but it’s an excuse. I spend approximately 9 hours a week in class. That equals maybe another 9 hours for homework. Maybe. Add in a few random hours a here and there for work, and a large amount of time is completely unaccounted for. What do I do with it? Honestly, I don’t know where it all goes, but I do know I have more time for writing than I think I do. That’s why I made the goal I did, and now it’s time to stick to it.
So the real question is, why wasn’t I writing?
It’s both as simple and as complicated as this: I hate sharing deep feelings. I’m great at the surface sharing:
I’m excited to go skiing I’m nervous for a test I’m stressed about post graduation life
A short emotion that can be explained in one word, is not post-worthy. I want to write about the panic-inducing fear, along with strong waves of nostalgia, that is second semester senior year. But if I’m not sharing that with my closest friends, how can I share that with strangers on the internet?
Let’s find out.