Okay, wow. It's been a lot longer than I thought. Sorry about that...The end of summer was really busy, and now that school's started, there's very little time for me to do very much recreational activities often.
This presents a rather large problem--when will I blog? Write? Sing? Honestly, whenever I have time. Though it may not be as often as anyone would like, I will post when I can.
Now to what I actually want to talk about. In my English class, we recently had to read "The Death of the Moth," by Virginia Woolf. If you haven't yet read this, I would highly recommend it. The language is beautiful, and the meaning and insight behind it is, well, thought provoking. When we were going over the essay, I was struck by the beautiful sadness about it. Then, when asked what I thought about it, I somehow managed to put exactly what I was thinking into words that were comprehensible and eloquent. That was kind of a big deal for me, because I've never been able to do that before.
For me, this was a sign of sorts. For the past year or two, I've been struggling with the idea of what I want to do with my life after high school. I've been caught between music and English, and I haven't started to seriously look at schools yet because I'm not sure what I want to do. I mean, it's a big choice, deciding what you want to be when you "grow up!"
Now, I am a Christian. If you are not, I ask you to please respect my beliefs when reading this next bit.
In recent times, I've been praying for guidance on where I am supposed to be and what I am supposed to do after finishing high school. To me, in that class, that was my answer. While it may seem simple, and that I am over-thinking things, I had a moment of clarity that, yes, this is what I am supposed to do. Music will always, always have a place in my life, and if I can, I want to minor in it, but I feel rather sure of myself that English what I want to do.
Needless to say, I really like the class. It's a bit like a philosophy class when we start discussing things as a class and it reminds me why I love English so much. I'm also starting to have more of an appreciation for nonfiction writing.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, I think I may have found what I want to do with my life, or at least a part of it, anyway.