I know that it has been a while…believe me, I can feel the absence.
Yesterday, I got off of work early after a company retreat so I decided to take advantage of my few hours off and head back to campus. And I have to be honest, it was pretty weird.
At the end of March I will be officially employed at PARMA Recordings for six months. For the past six months I have gotten up at six…or tried to, drank my black coffee, watched the news, read theSkimm, hopped in my little Focus, got stuck on the Spaulding, did the work thing, hopped back into my little Focus, got stuck on the Spaulding, made dinner, read, went to bed, and then repeated. Every single day for the past six months.
In between all that I’ve gone to concerts, tried new things, met new people, started dating an amazing guy, lost some weight, started kickboxing with Mike and Lainey, and maybe paid some bills, but for the most part, my life has been a routine.
I guess that’s what being an adult feels like? A morning protocol, a 9-5 job, an exercise facility and a game night group of friends every Saturday night?
In college every day was different. Not now. Sure, I can change up my routine, instead of having black coffee I could get a little crazy and add a spritz of milk.
When I was on campus yesterday, it was the first time I was really feeling the weight of growing up. I always wanted this working life. I thought that I couldn’t wait for it when I was sitting in the classroom. But when I was back on campus, walking alongside fellow peers with their backpacks and books in hand, I realized I missed that life for the first time since graduating in May.
I’m coming up on a year since my graduation…how insane is that?
I texted everyone I knew on campus trying to get into a class, hangout in an office, or get some coffee in my old “go-to” spots, like BNG or The Works. I ended up taking some chocolate from the English Office, gossiping with my ladies, as I did every day for 3 years, and then went to Dimond Library where I chatted with the one and only Clark Knowles for an hour or so, while watching students open and close books.
After catching up, I had another realization. I hadn’t done any creative writing, or much writing in general, since I was sitting in his Advanced Fiction Writing course last Spring. And to be honest, it hurt to realize that.
Writing has always been my escape, it’s how I communicate but I let it go by losing myself in the working world. Now don’t get me wrong, my job is awesome and I’m able to be creative everyday and I do a lot of writing for my position, but it’s not my writing.
So here’s my plan (and here’s hoping I can stick to it!), I’m going to write something everyday again and I think that it’s finally going to be for my book…but it’s not going to be just any book, it’s going to be my memoir.
Hold the phone – your memoir!?
Yeah…a memoir. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Actually, Jaed Coffin, another great writing instructor (who also wrote a memoir), suggested it to me after he picked a story I wrote for his class to represent the English Department at the Naked Arts presentation, as part of the Undergraduate Research Conference.
And a few days ago, I wrote a little piece with a transformation photo, which received so much support and private messages/comments telling me that my sharing inspired or impacted in some way. So that, tied into missing writing, has brought me to the conclusion that I’m finally going to do something big. No time like the present, right?
Stay tuned for more, folks. I coming back strong.