After all, life right now is infinitely interesting just by the fact that I am where I am. I'm in college and by definition college means having the opportunity to learn as your job. What could be more rewarding? I always used to say that when I grew up I wanted to learn for a career - that is why I chose journalism as a major and it is why I, despite the occasional gripe and groan - love where I am and what I am doing.
And when I am not in the classroom, I don't go searching for "adventure" necessarily. Because adventure for me is what I read and hear and see, physical actions secondary. I feel invigorated when I close my eyes and lie back on my bed, feeling my heart beating and my spine tingling to a beautiful melody, or when I turn off the lights in my room and watch a movie.
It sounds very transcendentalist and I'll admit a little strange and maybe even affected, but since I arrived at college I have tried in every way I can to appreciate the smaller things. Mainly because that's something I overlooked during my high-stress, low-sleep high school days. When I walk to class I let my eyes wander as I admire the architecture of the buildings I pass. On a morning off I might go to the shores of Lake Michigan and lie back on a rock, staring up at the leaves on lake-side trees and shading my eyes under their cover. On a friday night, I'm more likely found at a play on campus or in my dorm suite than anywhere else.
I feel that this blog will end up just being me talking about anything. Perhaps no odd mentions of the crazed events of my day, no impassioned reflections on run-away emotions to keep an audience sadistically fascinated. Just thoughts. The small things. Take that to mean whatever you want it to.
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