My oh my, has it been forever! I've been stuck in a constant routine for so long and I guess I forgot about you. Poor you, journal blog thing.
For about 7 months now I've been adapting to my new school. This rapid change from a large, public school to a tiny, private one has been rather...interesting, simply put. I've been enjoying the feel of my intimate classes and routine conversations with professors, the perks of private schools. But in the transition I think is where I found myself, much like a robot, absorbed in my work completely. I found out that midway through the first semester, my petite, blond, fair-skinned roommate has a darker skin tone than I! Perhaps because I am often found in my room, studying or if not, then watching Supernatural on my laptop or watching my tadpoles grow. Whatever it is, I'm in my room.
Case in point, when you find yourself so absorbed in your own world-intellectual, artistic, entrepreneurial, etc- you often forget to live in the moments in front of you. We are all so busy competing in one giant rat race to become a successful [blank] that we let time slip before us until we cannot regain it any longer. Shoot, I'm 20 and I've yet to do something so ridiculous and beyond me...my bones, my heart, my soul is waiting for an awakening. Though my heart yearns for some stimulation, I'm found behind piles of books, only to let my mind make up fun things for me to do.
So I've decided and made it clear to myself that I will finally do something for me. Not for future Savannah, but for the Savannah in the present. I have said it a million times but I will do some form of theatre. I don't care if I have to play Servant #10, I am doing it. See, I've found that limiting my mind's capacity to only my current surroundings does not only weaken who I am meant to be, but it makes life dull, uninteresting, and painful. For once in my two years as a college student in all of my twenty years, I am going to treat myself to a good life. Not a successful one, but a good one. Being successful does not guarantee happiness. It is in the process of maturation on the path to a good life where you will realize you are successful all along, because you are on your own path, not anyone else's.
So present Savannah, I am expecting bags under your eyes, tan skin (come on, at least darker than your roommate's), and a magical gleam in your eyes next time you visit. Because then only will you be working incredibly hard doing something that makes you pumped for life each and every waking second of your everyday.
