I think I'm having a quarter life crisis.  Does that happen?  I started bawling on my boyfriend last Friday night.  When we showed up an hour late, my roommate could tell what had kept us.  :/  I suddenly dislike blogs (except of those owned by my friends - I sincerely like those - and you all are hardly blogging lol).  I have no desire to grow my career into anything involving "social media" or marketing unless of a very specific role.  In fact, I feel like we are so over-saturated with "social media" and blogs full of cotton-candy equivalent of creativity that I want to shut mine down for fear of contributing.

I don't know what I want to do with my life suddenly.  I feel I'm stuck.  And though I have the most wonderful boyfriend who has twice now asked me in the most sincere and caring terms for "a story" as a gift... I can't seem to write a darn thing.  Nor do I really even know if I feel like writing.

I feel desperate to create.  [Something tangible.]  And I feel -100% creative.

I feel like my life is about to change - has to change, drastically - or I'll go truly, bloody, mad.  But I don't have the faintest idea how to change it.  I just have to wait.  Be patient.  Keep being patient.  Keep seeking.

Quarter life crisis.

[Linda, I know, Joseph.  Trust me, he's on my mind.]

I'm going to push through.  And I'm going to write.  Because it is one thing I know for certain: I was born to write.  If only I could just discover the how, the where, and the who is paying me to do it.  Because I feel I've been sitting in this darn cold holding cell for a year now.  And before this one, there were others.