Unwritten

Well, it has been a while. I guess you could say I miss writing. I went from writing every week, to not writing at all. I am not sure if maybe by losing my identity as a student, or just plummeting into the adult world, I lost my passion of writing or what happened. I can’t promise my writing won’t go stagnant again, or whether it’ll flourish or not. But I will do my best to keep up with my page.

I used to embrace change, but I am not sure if this is change or strictly loss. I am not sure that I am ready to move past being a student. 22? I know it seems young, yet it is the oldest I have been. Some have children at this age, some have careers, some work full-time at Best Buy barely scraping by. I am not sure what the life I wanted outside of school would look like. Do you know how frustrating it is to finally become good at everything? Being a student, balancing a social life and doing well at work. I had friends, I had a good job, I loved my classes. I miss it. Yet, it is a chapter of my life that I know I have closed and I need to leave shut.

My life is a book in the making, which is why I am unable to write about it right now. I have no idea the plot or the ending.