No More Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

My college degree is done.  No, I didn't plan it that way, but I guess that's what happens when I overload every semester at a school I love.  So I'm taking two classes next semester to maintain my student status and stay involved in all my activities.  Yes, my friends from home: I have not changed one bit.

So, once I return to Villanova, what am I going to do with all this free time?

I figured...do all the things I've wanted, but never had the time, or made the time, to do.  And one of those things is to WRITE.  I remember my middle school days.  Not clearly, but I remember I always made it a point to get onto that MySpace and write.  Exactly what I was feeling.  And it was always such a cool and ego-boosting feeling when people asked me to write more.

So here I am.  A college senior, coming up on her final months as a 21 year old.  We've all heard your years in college are supposed to be the formative years, the years you get to find out what you value, who you value, what drives you...and figure out who the hell you are.  So, why not write at one of the most life-changing points in life...when your comfortable bubble slowly transforms into real life, and real life means doing, thinking, and living all on your own.

Too often, we wait...for someone to respond, for the opportunity to arise, for the right timing.  But there are so many things I want to do, to try, to accomplish...and we only have so much time.  So what the heck am I waiting for?

I'd say I'm finally jumping on the blogging bandwagon, but I'm not.  I remember those 8th grade days when I thought someone broke my heart, or a friend betrayed me, or life was just getting confusing (ah yes, the purity of adolescence)...and I used words to help me figure it out.  Or at least make me feel better.  And it worked.

Sure, I'm a verbal communicator.  I want to be a broadcast journalist and interview people, no matter how big or small, so I can share their stories.  But there's just something about communicating with the written word.  As if you're setting something in stone, and even if you feel different about something later, you have evidence that you simply cannot erase. 

So, here's to me going back to my old ways, to a time when I actually had time to write, to perhaps share a little piece of me that I usually don't have the chance to share.

The next couple of months are going to be some unforgettable ones, and if not for the blogging world, this is for me to remember and bask in the times when I thought anything was possible.  

So what will I be sharing with you?
My love for food?  I should share all the pictures I take of food anyway.
My love for the Lakers?  I love them too much to not talk about them.
My love for Villanova?  Especially since it's my last semester, might as well.
Or perhaps, my love for life?

Wherever this blog is going to take me, I'm ready for it.

Life is good in purple and gold.