Sometimes the most frustrating place to be is inside my own head. I’m a very analytical person. I like to dig and find the root reasons for things, especially for the things that come out of me. At times, this can be very helpful. At other times, all that results is I know why I do or think things but have no way to put my new knowledge into a useful form.
Take, for instance, the cycle that I’ve been in for the last two years or so. Two years ago, I graduated college with a degree in English and very reluctantly moved back home. I comforted myself in the knowledge that I would only remain home over the summer before some great publishing company in New York would snatch me up and I’d be off to start the rest of my life!
Instead, I picked up two jobs, started paying my parents rent, and stayed in the same town I grew up in.
I also started a blog, which has been great, but this blog has been the extent of my major life changes since graduating. I’ve spent the last two years in limbo.