To the library I went...

Holy sh*t, I have lived here a year, and I still don't have a library card. I should be ashamed of myself! I was! Totally pathetic, but nothing a current ID and checkbook couldn't handle. I went to the library on a pursuit of reading the classics and indulging in "mindfulness". It was an interesting combination for me, I want to remember what I used to read, yet find myself in something different. Most times, I am stressed, worried, and anxious about what the future will bring. What is the point of worrying, or wondering? I know I need a serious training in living in the moment. Despite all of my adventures, both previous and future, I truly need to deal with the now. I think it is the hardest part. I can reminence or plan for tomorrow, but what is the point? The only thing I can truly manipulate is what is happening right in front of me. What a challenge.

Old Passion

I used to love to write, it was something I thought I was good at. I looked forward to my writing assignments in school. It meant I had to actively think, organize my thoughts, and develop something creative. Unfortunately, three years out of graduate school, the only writing that I find myself doing consists of evaluation reports, daily notes, progress reports, and e-mails. Bummer. Big. Huge. Bummer. Inspired by friends that share links to their blogs, I thought I could give it a try. I would like to see my blog space as a place to record my thoughts, travels, daily on-goings, and/or things I read about.