It's been a year. A full 365 days that were filled with many moments of wonder, indifference, confusion, or simple joy. As life transitions, so do my own thoughts and writing styles. I wish I didn't leave for so long. I wish I had stuck to the routine of posting consistently. I wish a lot of things, but for now, I will simply reach out and attempt to balance small posts and retelling stories that I have yet to tell here.
I'm no longer a Junior College student. I've traded up and began working towards a bachelors degree, but there is still time - still space that needs to be filled. While I add to my own repertoire of classical works of fiction, I also conduct a further analysis of my own life and writing. I begin to question things inside of myself that I have yet to allow beyond the courtyard of my mind. Or, simply put without flowery language, unexpressed emotions have begun to come under the scope of close observation. While my academic life has changed, my career has begun - I have made subtle strides towards gaining new experiences and discovering new places, even under the guise of training courses for my work as a cosmetologist. In more ways than one, I have taken adventures beyond my comfort zone, yet I have maintained a close relationship with myself along the way. In the beauty profession, I've heard many stories about the dreaded "burn out" that is so easily found when dealing with the general public and balancing your creative intuition. But, allow me to digress back into the main topic: transitions.
While the possibility of my ability to post here is low, I still hope to try again. Whether I'm talking to no one or someone in particular, I still retain the desire to document parts of my life and parts of my experiences so as to allow others to read and know that they're not alone. There is another soul wandering in this vast, dark world, looking to simply be seen by another kindred spirit and finally hear, "Ah...I'm not as alone as I thought I was." I'm not quite at the age where I need to stop and consider how I felt in high school, beauty school, and parts of my early foray into higher education, so I'm here to extend a supporting hand. To lend myself to others who were like me because I understand those feelings of alienation, distance, and heartbreak. But, as much as I want to help, I also recognize that my chosen platform may never progress towards those who need it. And yet, I will try anyway. Because I need to. Because someone else might need me to. Simply because I really want to be here.
Warmest Regards,
Brandon
I'm no longer a Junior College student. I've traded up and began working towards a bachelors degree, but there is still time - still space that needs to be filled. While I add to my own repertoire of classical works of fiction, I also conduct a further analysis of my own life and writing. I begin to question things inside of myself that I have yet to allow beyond the courtyard of my mind. Or, simply put without flowery language, unexpressed emotions have begun to come under the scope of close observation. While my academic life has changed, my career has begun - I have made subtle strides towards gaining new experiences and discovering new places, even under the guise of training courses for my work as a cosmetologist. In more ways than one, I have taken adventures beyond my comfort zone, yet I have maintained a close relationship with myself along the way. In the beauty profession, I've heard many stories about the dreaded "burn out" that is so easily found when dealing with the general public and balancing your creative intuition. But, allow me to digress back into the main topic: transitions.
While the possibility of my ability to post here is low, I still hope to try again. Whether I'm talking to no one or someone in particular, I still retain the desire to document parts of my life and parts of my experiences so as to allow others to read and know that they're not alone. There is another soul wandering in this vast, dark world, looking to simply be seen by another kindred spirit and finally hear, "Ah...I'm not as alone as I thought I was." I'm not quite at the age where I need to stop and consider how I felt in high school, beauty school, and parts of my early foray into higher education, so I'm here to extend a supporting hand. To lend myself to others who were like me because I understand those feelings of alienation, distance, and heartbreak. But, as much as I want to help, I also recognize that my chosen platform may never progress towards those who need it. And yet, I will try anyway. Because I need to. Because someone else might need me to. Simply because I really want to be here.
Warmest Regards,
Brandon
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