It is not a mid-life crisis; that label is overused and under-defined (and statistically not common). What I find, however, is an emptiness dwelling in the mundane. My life is fine; in fact, it's great in all measurable aspects. Looking through journals from half a life ago, however, I realized what I long for. I long for that sense of urgent ( Read more... )

So, I am very concerned that, without posting, I was going to lose the various entries of my college life, saved to this platform years ago. Here's my post (11 years after my last post).  I can't explain all that has happened. I will say we've just come through a year and a month of pandemic (COVID-19), which has forever changed the world. Yes, ( Read more... )

I guess I reached the pinnacle of potential freakout today, after letting a lot of little thoughts, worries, frustrations, doubts, disappointments, etc. get to me.  I do realize that these episodes are definitely enhanced by the aggravate of a child who demands attention (as that is the nature of an 8 month old).  What it really was about, however ( Read more... )

 Until I have a chance to fully store my archive of entries, I want to post now and then to make sure everything is still here.  I actually should write, as I miss keeping a journal, and life currently has many journal-worthy situations. However, those same situations (e.g. being a parent, being very busy at work, etc. etc.) keep it difficult to ( Read more... )

After surfing a few blogs I haven't touch on in quite some time, I realized that a daily forum to voice my ideas, and perhaps do a bit more sophisticated posting with embedded links and such, might be a refreshing tonic to an otherwise boredom laced summer.  Additionally, if I am going to mope inwardly about not having any outlets for expanding ( Read more... )

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I'm shocked!  I feel let down, dismayed, scared, and like a nutjob.  I went to Barnes and Noble (and just returned) among other errands, to use a gift card I got as a reward from my credit card.  I was looking forward to bumming through their usually impressive music collection (not huge, but varied) and using the great feature of being able to ( Read more... )

This school year, each staff member is supposed to be actively involved in one of four possible committees, whose focus has been predetermined by another committee.  I have a problem with this for one basic reason: people don't know what the fuck they are talking about.  How are we supposed to have any sort of genuine, effective communication and ( Read more... )

What a week of getting in touch with my past.  I imagine this is and will continue to be the point in life where looking back rings clear with a fondness and a unifying ability to pick up where things left off, yet delve into where things have come, etc.  Within one week I had the opportunity to revisit college life, and in two particular segments ( Read more... )

No, the subject references the almost inexplicable warping of time that occurs in August as the new school year rapidly approaches.  In July, days seemed to drag on (and that WAS OK), but as soon as August hit, each day seems to fly by, ideas for what to do in school, how I want to shape the year etc, are pouring through my brain, and it is ( Read more... )