I sit hunched over the glaring glow of my laptop in this piled high laundry wasteland that is my bedroom and I sigh. My roommates are outside in the living room "oo-ing" and "aw-ing" over the latest episode of BBC's Planet Earth II. A creature just narrowly and dramatically escaped the clutches of death from the sounds of it. I can't decide if I yet regret mixing a mug of ice cream with a glass of wine.
It's been over two months since I've last composed a piece for this blog. In the past year, not only have I dropped blogging twice after having promised to post regularly; I have also failed a required class that would have seen me get my damned Bachelor's degree by now. I have applied for, gotten, and subsequently slacked off on freelance writing opportunities from three different organizations, including a content creation internship. In addition, I have been recklessly living outside of my means and thus have been deeply dipping into my savings. My psyche has likely blocked out other failures of the past year.
My life is not going in the direction I wanted for myself.
And oddly, that's okay.
This isn't an inspirational post. There are already plenty out there. (I'll link to some below.) What your reading is mere catharsis - a confessional, albeit partially mostly alcoholically motivated. But that's life. Or my life, at least. And you are more than welcome to join this curious, lonely tribe.
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