missed oportunities

I was talking yesterday to one of my house-mates that I wanted to be a writer when I was in high-school. In fact I wanted to be a journalist. I loved writing essays, short form stuff and had some stuff even get awards. I used to get a kick out of looking at ideas from lots of different angles and going all poetic or all philosophic about them. May be writing this blog would help me get my bug back, the joy of stringing words into ideas that actually have impact and make people thing. So far I certainly haven't done that. It's been more of an outlet for stress and frustration. And that serves a purpose too, I guess. I just hope I go back to being a better person when this is all over! I hate myself being stressed, because all the worries make me self-absorbed and self-centered and I forget there is a world out there where other human beings struggle with their own lives just as much as I do. I am grateful to my house-mates for bearing with me!
So I hope that tonight my inspirational bug would come visit me again. I talked to my advisor today and though she still didn't read my research proposal, she at least herd what my proposal is all about and let herself be convinced that it was interesting and doable, which is a major stem forward! So I am going home to write! Wish me luck!