Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The Revival

Hello All (or well, just me at least),

I write this letter to you fully knowing that I may be the only one left still following me, that's okay, for I am here for me too. It's been a long year. You may have thought that I had abandoned writing after reading my last post, and for a while I may have thought that too, even though truthfully every time I've thought about how long it has been since I last updated here, my insides hurt a little more and I felt that I couldn't come back. But when it comes down to it I could never abandon writing, it runs through my veins.

So here's a little rundown of what I've been up to this past year. I grew as a person quite a lot. I entered and completed my sophomore year of college. I took a creative writing class last fall, it helped my fiction a bit but didn't do much for my poetry (except for one poem I was able to spit out at the very end, which I believe is my very best thus far -- more on that at a later date). I gained a lover, who, interestingly enough, identifies as male, which just goes to show that you can spend your life preparing for one thing and the Universe hands you another. I stood my ground on the topic of my lesbian identity several times and I continue to do so. I became President of a club on my campus called Social Justice Coalition. I went to an amazing sexuality conference in DC called Momentum. I began embracing my kinky side and my passion for "alternative" sexuality. I fell in love with American Sign Language and Deaf culture and have now worked it into my life plan to become an ASL interpreter. I helped my mom move to her first solo apartment over the summer. I had my first sexual experience, and loved it! I passed organic chemistry, just barely. I was rejected for the same job a second time (a dream college job of mine since I set foot on campus freshman year), and learned to appreciate the job I had. I went through a semester in hell with horrible roommates. I saw Wicked on Broadway, finally! I began truly accepting that God/the Universe (depending on what you believe in) will work hard to give me what I need and what's best and meant to be for me. I gained a ton of self worth, that I didn't know was left to gain. I began listening to podcasts, which turned out to be pretty life enriching. I survived a 3 month long distance relationship (out of a new 4 month relationship) with flying colors. I learned so much about the kind of person I am. I frequented a Lit club on campus, read my poetry aloud and learned that people love the way I read poetry and how my poems sound. I joined a pre-med honor society. I've made new friendships and strengthened existing ones and may have lost a few in between. And all in all I had a rather inspiring year! I'm ready and invigorated to begin this new one.

If you are still with me after my year long hiatus and after this lengthy, very un-poetic post, I commend and appreciate your loyalty. If you have gone your own way in the meantime and have yet to return, I wish you nothing but the best. And for those who have discovered my work while I was out discovering myself, thank you, I hope to continue to provide you with... well, with a sense of what you're looking for, I suppose. And to myself, past, present, or future, as it may be, I'm still here and I'm still kicking, I haven't yet given up.


1 comment:

  1. I'm listening. This is good stuff. Your candor is awesome. Good luck in all you do!!