i shouldn't be blogging.
in fact, i really, really should not be blogging because of all of the things i have
to do before i get to go home in 48 hours. just 48 hours!!!!!!
i think i realized something today.
i was sitting here, at my desk, while a huge pile of homework stood to my right
that i really, really didn't want to look at.
and the more i looked at it, soaking in every minute left i had to
blog telling myself again and again that i was wasting my time when i should
be studying,
the more i realized i didn't just hate it.
i hated it.
and a question crept into my mind.
one that i texted niklaas a couple of weeks ago
and have asked myself a thousand times since coming to college.
why am i doing this!?!?
i'm not passionate about it. not like i am with blogging, writing,
journaling, reading, and being an emotionally obsessed bookworm.
it's something i can tolerate.
enough that i can't abandon my biology degree completely,
because i do find some aspects amazing and i am good
at a few select parts of it,
but i shouldn't be doing something because of what steady job
it may get me or the money i'll get.
maybe as a backup for the future it's a good idea,
but not for this moment.
just because we're told we are smart enough to do
something or that we should make the "smart"
choice doesn't mean we always should.
i just know.
i shouldn't be doing it anymore.
it shouldn't be my primary focus.
i should be doing what i love as my momma told me.
i want the struggle, i want the crappy paying jobs,
i want to not be able to afford the clothes i love.
because it will mean that i'm kind of maybe finally
doing what i'm passionate and good* at.
*in no way am i specifying that i'm a genius writer or the next great novelist. i'm definitely not. i'm so far from that and that in itself i has stopped me from picking another major these four semesters. but at the moment, it seems to be what i'm best at academically.