This will not be the most exciting vacation I have ever been on.
Some might dismiss this as a prophesy of the self-fulfilling variety, but I am rather assured that despite the practical and mildly interesting experiences that will come from this month out of country, it will not be four weeks of mindless fun.
Rather, I see it as an opportunity to wax philosophical about a rather unexpected phase of life wrapping itself up and -- again -- being tossed into the professional wilderness; wondering where the winds will take me next.
Lazing around with friends, I wondered if this was any way to live a life.
We discussed the meritocracy of marriage in our social circles, and though I know nothing is wrong with being single, I do ponder the masochism of choosing to self-flagellate oneself through submersion in the world of the betrothed.
I cannot say however strongly enough -- that is not an indictment. It is merely an honest query about the different paths we choose.
But I digress. At the very least, I am anticipating a trip that gives my brain an opportunity to again expand.
If I can do that at the very least, I am excited about my return.
How was that on a pretentious scale? I'm completely out of practice, having written nothing but basketball news for the past eight months. I've forgotten how to shape the english language I feel, outside of paraphrasing a lede.
The formula of online publishing was truly more stifling than even I realized until I began putting words to screen freely again.
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