Looking back on high school, I allowed petty things to affect my attitude: the occasional bad grade, arguments with my dad, girls rejecting my “Do you like me?” notes, and even my crummy job at Kroger. I still had friends, was a starter on the varsity basketball team, and I started shaving my peach fuzz before the rest of my grade. High school didn’t suck for me.
I’ve been doing my best lately to read and write and get better at doing both. Being in a fiction workshop definitely helps, but there are so many pieces that I’ve written halfway through that can be completed. And there are so many books that I’m halfway through.
I guess we’re halfway there.
But I’ve put more and more energy into music - writing songs, learning “classics,” diving more into music theory, playing whenever possible, and learning how music’s been shaped into what it is today. I think I may have written something meaningful. My roommate seems to like it. That was a hopeful moment for me.
I don’t know why I’m writing this post. K ttyl.