Visions

I had a vision, sitting in the student office of Murray Hall, a vision I doubt.

Today I decided to be an English major. I did not think this through. I don't think things through.

Sitting in the student office, the one that is filled on any given day with at least one of four students waiting for menial tasks, I envisioned. Something drew me to my old blog then and something clicked, like it usually does.

A new blog, something of a journal. I wanted to write, and still do, I wanted to write every day, why didn't I write? A poem or a ramble, maybe something important, but something every day. Maybe someone would even read it. So here we are, Thursday, and I doubt my vision, just like I usually do.

Am I really just some amorphous clay waiting to be pressed into anywhich mould? I'm not sure anymore, I seem to enjoy breaking moulds far more.

Tell me sage, do I push on? Maybe you're my savior; here to save me from my daily drag and deliver me into career. I don't know if I want to risk that.

-Dann