thanks to my beloved friends and family, i had a wonderful birthday yesterday. it feels weird to be twenty-two, and for once, i actually feel different having taken on a new age. and thus begins my twenty-third year of life. i wonder what this year holds for me, knowing that i cannot possibly imagine what that could be. now that my life as a student will end (for now), i have no idea what is in the coming days. perhaps i will score an internship at the Dallas Museum of Art. and if not, well then the entire world is open to me.

i like where i am in life right now and i think i have even embraced the uncertainty. it really does feel as is everything is fresh. never-ending blue skies of adventure beckoning with reckless abandon. there is still no decision as to where i will go come may. but i am glad for the airyness that has replaced the heaviness. i’m sure it has something to do with the advent of spring.

what i do hope for is productivity. and i mean to expand on the definition of productivity. we, and by ‘we’ i really mean ‘i’, have this idea that productivity is confined to either a. school work for a grade or b. work that earns money. consequently, friends get the boot and any other important (and often more interesting) endeavors are overlooked. i want to be productive in the things that really do matter- for true life, for eternity, and for mental and emotional stability.
i don’t think we should consider rest, or passions, or relationships as not being something that have added to the production of our days. because when the spaghetti hits the fan, it’s gonna be you, me, and those things i spent my time on that changed other people’s lives.

hence, the writing of a blog when i have two major writing assignments due tomorrow.

that’s all. and thanks friends for another wonderful march thirty-first.