Editing

So I am working on our end of the year assignment for this class, and it is much more difficult and emotional that i really thought it would be. no, not the kind of emotional that deals with crying, well perhaps just a little lol, but it is very difficult to actually reflect and write about yourself don't you think? it is also very cool though, this experience of actually thinking about yourself in depth, and being able to reflect both on paper and through experiences this reality that we live through education.

Spring Break

Spring break, man if only it was really a break, instead it was more of playing catch up than anything else. Although beneficial, I guess this notion of spring break, in accordance to undergraduate terminology, fades away from out terminology use as we become graduates. However, i did have some pretty cool nights with friends which was enlightening and refreshing.

Back to work guys!

Progress

So today, during my run, I was thinking about progress, i.e. how far I have come, how I feel about my direction, where do I want to go now, how happy I feel, and just reflecting on everything that embodies me living. However, I think of this illusion of progress that we all seem to be caught up in. I mean yes, we may earn more money and we may have the ability to do better things, but at times progress can be an illusion.

Playing Catch-up

So I don't know if I am on track with my posts or if I am behind so I will post two today and comment 4 times I guess. Anyways, this weekend I started thinking more about our readings in "Living the Narrative Life" because much that is said plays so close to my heart. I am not a very sentimental individual, nor am I expressive with emotions, but deep down all that boils within. Perhaps I shouldn't say boil, but hibernates for lack of words, I wish I knew one better because both are seem unfitting.

I enjoyed on page 73 of the text this sentence "People's names and faces last for a while, but many of the good times slip away. Telling our own stories is one way to hang on to these memories, to preserve details, to save and treasure things that really mattered to us." Also, "I believe that stories can guide us. Certainly, they can help us figure out right from wrong" on page 82. How true are these phrases, with loved ones passing away, hardships, and endeavors. For me, my tattoos may fade away, might get wrinkly when I am old, but they will always tell a story. They may night mean anything to people who view them, but for me there is a story behind each one of them. The ability to tell our stories in this academic essay will allow us to relieve certain events in our lives whether positive, negative, or reflective. For me, it will certainly be a journey as much of my life has been negative, but through that negativity have found a passion, a hobby, and a career that I enjoy, even with the politics that follow behind it :)