I’ve been listening to this song a lot lately:

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Artist: Wallflowers | Song: Letters From The Wasteland

Something about it makes me feel younger. That recklessness I can’t allow myself any longer. It’s this melancholy feeling, like all that is left is more responsibility. Each time the song plays I want to get into my car and leave again… and even though that is a slightly sad feeling, it’s also somewhat liberating. If I can’t be that young runaway, I can dream about open roads and story weather in towns I have never been to.

I am being tested today.

Since I started going to acupuncture I have felt legitimately better about life (as a whole) and have spent less time frustrated and more time letting things go. In my line of work it’s hard, unless you don’t have a soul, to not get aggravated with the situations that unfold - sometimes everyday.

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Thursday evening. That means the week is almost over, I can wear jeans to work tomorrow, and have a few drinks should I feel the desire. I just finished cooking and eating delicious pasta (with chicken and onions in olive oil and garlic) and I am watching Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. It’s a decadent way to spend the hours after work.

The Indiana Jones series is a huge slice of my childhood. I have clear memories of watching each of the films, where I was, what I was wearing and the feeling I got while enveloped in the story line. They aren’t deep, meaningful films but they are most certainly an iconic part of my generation.

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Fall is coming, I can sense it in the chilly air today. Give me inspiration please. I want to write. Something. Anything.

I’ve been MIA for awhile now. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m busy, which I am, or because I just don’t have anything to write about… at least not here. This summer started off so hectic but empty, lifeless and lonely, and now I am almost wishing for a day like I had in late June. No one to talk to, no where to be, no plans to be made or appointments to keep. I always want what I don’t have and when I have it I don’t want it. I guess the world is just that way… I’d like to learn contentment one of these days.

I’ve been longing to write for weeks, sit down and pound at the keys for hours, frenzied with inspiration but it comes out in spurts. Mental spits of scenes I see in my head or lines that catch me and I jot them down but nothing follows. I am keeping them in a folder that is prominently displayed on my desktop as if a blatant reminder of my lack of creativity and the death of my once lavish vocabulary.

School is coming, and fast. I might have bitten off more than I can chew. Four classes, mentorship, Amnesty International Student Coordinator, work, life…

If I disappear into the ether at least there’s a chance I could have something to write about when I get back.