Here comes the hard part.

The difficult thing about writing a personal blog (in other words, one about my thoughts, feelings, and life in general as opposed to, say, politics or horticulture or whatever) is that it becomes difficult to draw the line between what's relevant, and what is just completely banal.  As I sit here pontificating my next subject, I'm trying to stay clear of anything diary-esque.  I'm not 14, and I'm not Judy Blume. So anyways, I have to find my niche.

I still haven't completely introduced myself yet.  Since mostly anyone reading this at this point probably already knows me (until I find my incredibly intriguing and provocative niche, that is).  However, I haven't really explained why I started writing a blog in the first place.  There are a couple of reasons.

Firstly, I need to write more.  I call myself a writer, after all.  That's what I'm good at. That's what I do. But what do I have to show for it?  A whole lotta nothing.  I have newspaper clippings. I have college essays, sure.  That doesn't count, though.  I wrote more when I was 12 than I do now.  I would sit in my closet writing stories.  I would walk around my neighborhood with a composition notebook pretending to be Harriet the Spy.  So why is it that as we grow older and are actually more capable of doing the things we like, we somehow end up spending more time fantasizing about them?  Is it laziness?  I'm not sure what the real reason is, but eventually we all either have to make a change to find time for the things we love, or we just don't.  So this is my attempt to make a change.

The second reason I decided to start a blog, of all things, is that I've just had one of the most harrowing experiences of my life.  I'm not sure how in detail I should describe my experience since I would like to make lemonade from lemons, not squeeze one in my own eye, if you catch my drift, but I assure you, it was not a pretty sight.  I am a college graduate, but I am still in school, trying to finish a masters degree I'm not entirely sure I will ever really use.  I wanted to find a way to not only write about my experiences as a means to working them out and sharing them, but also talk about the kinds of things that  the newly college graduate has to deal with these days: this quarter-life crisis that many of us are going through.  So, I'll stop there for now.  I'm enjoying my week off before I begin my newest adventure next week.  More on that later.