There's nothing like writer's block to make you want to procrastinate. Of course, all this procrastination occurs with the hopes of stumbling upon the random information your brain is looking for to break down the block and move forward. No such luck yet, but I have been chided by many professors to keep writing, even if what you're writing has nothing to do with your essay because sooner or later you're going to get through the block and finish that essay. I'll let you know if this advice is true by the end of this post.
Spring break as brought some interesting realizations to light and left me thinking about my various life paths even more than before. I spent Monday night in Grove, OK with my cousin and her children watching the Bachelor "Tell All" episode and eating spaghetti tacos. Now, I know what you are thinking, what the hell are spaghetti tacos and who came up with such a disgusting idea. I mean, I was left with these same questions upon hearing what was on the menu for dinner. As for the origins of spaghetti tacos, the only answer I was given was iCarly. Enough said there. While the combination of spaghetti nestled into a taco shell sounds terrible, I must assure you that it was quite delicious. Anyway, while I was sitting the living room with my eight year old cousin curled up in my lap telling me about her latest love interest, I couldn't help but be reminded of how much I love my family and how much I wanted my own family some day. Being 5 1/2 hours away in Kirksville has really put my love of and need for my families on perspective. I miss going to basketball and soccer games in the winter and spring. I miss random summer outings to the park or movie theater. I miss special "big girl" bonding days. I miss family BBQ's and movie nights. I miss my families.
Today as I was frantically driving to my mom's office to print off another copy of a job application I planned on turning in, I drove by a guy walking down the road, guitar in hand, singing and playing. Now, I only saw him for a few seconds, but it is an image I have been unable to erase from my mind all day. For one, what the heck was he doing?! It's 37 degrees outside and drizzling. While I still lack an understanding of why he was walking on the shoulder while playing guitar, I cannot deny that it made me smile. It's always the random things I observe throughout the day that have the most impact.
Three paragraphs later and my writer's block persists. Perhaps a reading break is in order?
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