Summer is so close I can almost taste it. Two more days of presentations and exams and I’ll have another semester on the books. And what a semester—never again will I try to cram so much into a few weeks, unless I change my mind. My mental list of things to do this summer is largely undone. It is already August and I still need to hike the West Fork canyon from top to bottom (monsoon season might not be a smart time to do this), the many mountain bike trips didn’t get done (largely because the mountain burned and then slid down into Flagstaff), not one of several camping trips was made, and the frame backpack has spent all summer in the back of the closet along with the climbing gear that never made it up on some of the nearby routes. You can look back, but it’s best not to stare.
But all time has not been lost. I have completed externships and learned more about the world I expect to enter upon graduation blah blah blah. Enough of that. This blog has an existential crisis. Where has it been, why is it there, where is it going, and why? What is its purpose, is there an audience, and is that important?
I read many other blogs. They are all interesting blogs, they focus on a topic or they don’t, they take a lot of research, or they don’t, but none of them talk about a person’s journey through college. None of them talk incessantly about the distaste of moving, the uncertainties of life outside Mama’s house, or ramble on aimlessly about perfectly normal weather and one wannabe-athlete’s feeble attempts at exercise. I started blogging because, frankly, I wanted to be a freelance writer when I grew up. I’ve since given up on growing up, and changed my mind about being a writer when I figured out how much effort it would take. But I’ll keep you posted, anyway.