After spending several days in bed with a fall sinus infection, I'm not exactly sure where to begin on my blogging backtrack. I guess I could discuss a topic that I haven't gone that in-depth with thus far but which I had a great amount of time to think about as I was stuck on my back for the past days.
The past five years of my life have been spent trying to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life. After two years in the medical field--nursing--I decided that could be eliminated from my list. I have great respect for those in that field, but I was not cut out for it. I decided on literature as my major because I have always loved reading. Why? Well, it's not so much the idea of reading, itself, because I'm just as lazy as most Americans in that taking the time to sit down and read can be quite a challenge for me. But, once I make myself do that, I love it that a whole other world opens up to me--or several for that matter. I have probably learned most in the area of interpersonal relations from reading; if you think about it, that's what literature is all about--a series of human (or animal, etc.) interactions, conflicts, and resolutions. There's a lot to be learned about psychology via literature. So, it's kind of like double dipping.
As I was stuck in bed, I realized the only things at my disposal were a) my books and b) my computer. But, feeling as bad as I did, I didn't even have enough energy to really write emails or throw tile online. So, I picked up my books, and I'm really glad I did because I was able to rediscover that passion that has been covered up by all of these recent emotions surrounding my move and life changes. And I also realized that this is something that can be a part of me no matter where I go, what career I choose, or who I become. I think this is a good thing...I guess this is part of creating your self.