A Few Month's Difference ( a friend's excerpted Blog)

Dave stopped over for coffee and dessert, and he brought along a few back issues of the NY Times Book Review for me to peruse. Conversations are always fun when Dave stops over, and today was no exception. I've been job hunting for a few weeks now, and Dave suggested offhandedly that I should consider writing. I haven't written anything in ages (blog included), but the idea definitely took seed.

I forgot how much fun it was to sit down and just drum ideas out on screen. I've been in a bit of a funk for the past month or so- not doing anything terribly productive, sleeping a lot, etc., and now that I'm actually sitting here banging things out some of the enthusiasm is coming back. Now that I think about it, a lot of my 'creative spark' took a vacation during college. I was busy all the time, running constantly to turn out papers and make it to rehearsals, but I wasn't putting much personality or quality into it. They were just things I had to do to get a grade, period.

I'm three credits away from graduating now, and I'm realizing that my time is a lot more valuable than I allowed it to be. There were far too many times where I turned in papers at the last minute, slapped together with the bare minimum of coherence necessary for a passing grade. I would walk out of the class thinking how disappointed I was in my work, but could I really do better? Was I waiting until the last minute just to create an excuse for my writing style? If I had budgeted my time better, could I really turn out higher grade work?

Now I wonder- did I sell myself short? A few months ago, I would have said it's too late and then moved on, but now I don't think so.

I may yet be able to prove something to myself; that perhaps, after all, I did learn something.