But I will make a resolution. I will write. Not everyday, because that is an impossible thing for me to do. However, no more one a week posts. And I've decided not to be annomymous. There aren't a whole lot of people out there who actually read my old blog, but I don't think that hiding my identity is important. I'm not going to lose my job over this, I'm not worried about anyone in particular reading it to find out what I'm up to, and I never really intended this to be a crazy tell-all memoir.
Because I live in a small town and I'm wasting my precious post college years on worthless adventures and pointless relationships. So how is that exciting? And who cares?
So this is for me. I need to get back to writing. Even if it's silly stories about the bar, and the library, and my amazing niece. I'm not going to be able to pull myself out of this slump if I don't have some way to put it out there. Deadlines really are beautiful things. I miss them.