As I sit here, once again writing a blog post instead of an essay, I wonder why it is we fall into the same patterns. New country, new school, new degree - same old Heather, not quite willing to commit to anything. Not quite willing to try harder.

I also wonder why it’s so easy to forget the things you love in the world. How do we get those blinders on that don’t let you see anything but what you hate? How do I forget to sing? How do I forget to tell the people I love how I really feel? How do I forget to explore, and sit instead in my bedroom with the same old fears and inadequacies?

It’s easy to stay stuck, no matter where you are in the world or who you’re with. It’s harder to remember where hope is.


  • By Faebala, November 26, 2009 @ 5:36 am

    Funny. I was saying nearly the exact same thing last night.

  • By Kit, November 26, 2009 @ 7:27 am

    As was I. There really must be something in the [international, metaphorical] water.

    *hugs* Patterns break and change, slowly.

  • By Shaun, November 28, 2009 @ 12:43 pm

    Which is why we must go sing…theres a couple of microphones in this fair city with our names on it, I cant promise you it will be good but it will be fun :)
    And by the end of today I may have solved your exploration problem aswell…

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