Cleaning house

I’d like to think of myself as being extremely self-aware. I guess some people might call that conceited, but I don’t think that’s the correct term because I don’t feel an overwhelming urge to check myself out anytime I pass a reflective surface. It’s more like, I’m very aware of what is going on with my body, my mind, people that are around me at any given moment. I’m very much an observer of people and situations. I guess that means that I would probably make a really great sociologist but I can’t really muster enough interest in all the theories and so-called specialists involved in the pseudo-social-science field.

A few months ago, I enrolled in an online university called Ashford because they had the best price – Free (for military). Can’t really turn that down, ya know? Well, I have always considered myself to be a communication / visual arts / theater major kind of person. Ashford doesn’t really offer any of those options in an online capacity, so I settled for a degree geared toward the social sciences with a concentration in communication. However, every class I have endured thus far is only serving to turn me off of getting my degree. Maybe I’m just not meant to be an online student. I sent in my letter of resignation from all further classes yesterday afternoon. No harm, no foul. I just need to find something that is more me.

This Sunday I am planning on starting a ‘Yoga for beginners’ class at a local studio. I’m hoping that it will help me get into not only a better state of mind, but also better physical condition. My recent bout of depression has wreaked havoc on my body, mind and soul and I figured now is as good a time as any to clean house.


I might repeat to myself slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things.
-Dorothy Parker