This entire week I’ve been feeling like a fish out of water in all aspects of my life. I’ve pretty much felt completely out-of-place doing everything that’s part of my normal routine.
In the lab, I couldn’t get my flies to oviposit despite my best efforts, I felt out-of-place in my classes more than normal and I felt more pulled back and withdrawn from my friends than I usually am. I actually cleaned stuff this week. I went out of my way to clean things. There was clearly something truly bothering me. I couldn’t even find the words I needed to articulate how I felt hence why this post is so late. I feel pretty bad for the people who have had to put up with me, especially earlier in the week because when I can’t write, I tend to be in a pretty foul mood.
Categories: My Story
I found an interesting post this morning while browsing through my reader. A writing challenge that asked how I had fallen in love with reading and writing. I figured it would be a good idea to post on the topic. Even though this blog is about my present and future, knowing the past can enhance your understanding of who I am today.
I remember the moment I fell in love with reading. Not the exact date or time, but I can pinpoint the moment I fell in love with reading and I still remember the series of events that led up to that moment.
Surprise! Didn’t expect to find me here did you? In case you haven’t noticed, I switched blogging platforms. Why might you ask? There are quite a few right off the bat and I’m sure I’ll discover more reasons as I start playing around here but here are the main reasons I decided blogger wasn’t quite for me.
1. It was too easy. Funny enough I like to do things the hard way, not quite sure why, maybe I just like the challenge. Either way, once I was happy with the basic look on my blog with blogger, it was too easy to post. I don’t mind getting into a routine but I like to play around with things and after some research compliments of google, I think that may be easier to do here.
2. My first attempt was me, but it was me all over the place. I would compare my life to other things and allude to what was really going on. Honestly, that really does no one any good unless you already know what’s going on in my life and let’s be honest, if you did you wouldn’t need to be reading about my life.
Categories: My Story