I'm not sure where to even begin...It has been a ridiculously long time since I blogged. I missed my one-year blogging anniversary, but I was thinking of it on the day strangely enough. Sometimes I used to compose blogs in my head, knowing I would never post them, and then post them into the Universe and hope that my online friends would get them. I have thought of my friends an awful lot in the last few months and cannot wait to truly catch up with you all...especially Em, Brooke and Meg. I hope you are all keeping well :)
But as I was musing...where to begin...and, just as importantly, should I even try? The last few months have been limbo after the thrill, stress and general sensory overload that was Berklee. I no longer live in Boston, and miss it dearly now. My school mates are scattered, mainly across the States, but for the few of us who couldn't stay, it's kind of odd and a little like having your right arm chopped off! Ireland is nice to see again though, to experience all her seasons in order and not be a visitor at home anymore.
Limbo is an accurate description of this period of my life. I feel like I am between adventures. I hear this is when you learn the most about yourself...I'm still waiting. I am working to pay rent and my college loans. I am writing and singing privately, but haven't branched out to fully fledged gigging again. I feel a bit constrained or something about being tied up; restrained maybe. I have lots of ideas but can't seem to see them into fruition. I keep waiting for another chapter to start...waiting...but if I wait, then who is doing?! I suppose it's the upheaval of moving home, readjusting to life after school (22 years of our lives given to institutions and they wonder why we can't think outside the box?!). DB and family keep telling me the rest is good. So maybe the restlessness is a good sign...that the rest has done its job!
This valley in my life has effected all art production, so the knitting has slowed down too, not stopped completely though. Recently I have been feeling the urge again. I think Spring is urging me onwards. This valley will soon be turning upwards towards the next mountain to climb.
I can't wait to see the view from the top.