it's been a quiet day around here.
i've been thinking a lot about my life back in prague... not sure why or how that was set off, but it's been on my mind all day.
i don't think i've ever really talked about my time in prague on my blog so far. i'm not going to go into it all now, except to say that it was definitely the best and most influential year of my life. while i was there, and when i came back, i was doing a lot of writing.
in my first life, i wanted to be a writer. writing has always been a strength and passion of mine, and for a long time i believed that i could make a life out of it. after taking some time off of college and doing some serious soul-searching, i realized that wasn't necessarily true. i still do love writing, but things have really changed since my freshman year of college, when i thought i could be hired on by some magazine to be a staff writer. and that doesn't really matter all too much, a lot of things changed in my life to put me where i am now, and i'm glad those things happened because it helped me make sure that i graduated from college.
but now i find myself, once again, wondering what comes next. out here in boston i have the opportunity to choose my path, start a career if i want. but i find myself one more thinking about my writing. i'm not totally sure at this point if it is something worth going back to or not, but what i do know is that i would be upset with myself if i didn't at least try.
so, what that means is that i am going to try to take a look at my writing again before i get on the job hunt. i say 'writing' like that because i am hesitant to classify it as anything in particular: too young to be a memoir, and embellished here and there to be fiction, while other parts are verbatim non-fiction.
but whatever it is, i am planning on digging it out of my past and injecting some new life into it, before deciding if it needs to into a permanent dumpster.
that's what is going on here, today, on a quiet and cold boston day.
view over the vltava river, august 2006 [taken by yours truly] |
I've always thought of you as a type of photo-journalist. You write from the heart and your photographs are amazing. So happy that you are resurrecting the ink and paper - or laptop...
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