Monday, November 22, 2010

Walking down Memory Lane

I'm on the phone with my sister and she's reading me parts of her attempts at a memoir. Mostly it's just ramblings about her first memories. Of me (apparently she thought I was annoying), our sister and brother, our cousins, our friends, her birthdays.

While reading it out, she happened to mention my very first blog, which was on MySpace. (I also remember having an account with Open Diary. Anyone else have one of those? I think my username was African Aggie.)

At one point I wrote every day. Sometimes multiple times a day. And then one day, I deleted most of the blogs, and just kept a few random ones. (I did re-write most of the ones I deleted into a real journal.)

Taking a look back is kind of like opening up a time capsule. Simple things like: my relationship with my brothera time when I actually missed College Station (yeah, barely miss it now, haha), kisses from Khalil (who is now five! oh, how time flies!) This stuff dates back to like 2003!

The memories wash over you, and there's a sense of joy, accompanied by lots of laughter--even with the not so nice entries.  This is why I like writing, journaling, scrap-booking....

... there's forever that record of how blessed I've been in life.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

NaNoWriMo Day 4

It's Day 4 and I have 971 words. Out of 50,000. I'm about 3 (maybe 4) days behind schedule. 

Unlike the dude in the cartoon, I have an idea of what to write about. But since I signed up on a whim, it's been a slow process. Especially since most of my free time is spent hanging out with family and friends. But it's coming along... and at least I'm writing!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010


Should I take it that God is seriously smiling down on me and showing immense favor? Because I just got offered a job... following a pretty catastrophic interview experience.

Okay... maybe not entirely catastrophic, but it started out pretty roughly. And I was pretty certain that any chance I had at getting this job was shot to hell.

And yet, I got an offer.

However, now I'm unsure about accepting the offer. Does that make me ungrateful? Does that make me foolish since even getting the offer seemed like such a long shot?

Why is being an adult full of so many hard decisions?

I'm also a little bit unsure about doing my MFA. I have about a month to two months (depending on the schools) to get everything together for my applications. And I feel so... unprepared. That's a lot of money to invest if I'm not going to be able to put out my best.

But then again, maybe God will work His wonders and I'll get acceptance letters anyway. Even when I probably shouldn't have...

... just like this dang job offer.
Related Posts with Thumbnails