Where Does the Time Go?

It’s been a while since I’ve written in this blog. It wasn’t because I was busy, but because I was uninspired, which is strange because I did so many thought provoking things since my last entry. I went to New York and Phoenix, AZ for work, my first official business trips. A death in the family lead me to my home town, Detroit, MI for a funeral that turned out to be more of a mini-family reunion that an event of mourning. And for the last month, a new man fills my free time and makes me smile more than I used too. Any one of these things should have inspired keystrokes, but my fingers just would not move and my mind despised the idea of ordering all of my thoughts in colorful paragraphs. Even now, I don’t have the energy to relive the past with you, but I can tell you about the future.

My work in the mental health world has finally become rewarding, as I feel like I’m getting involved in projects that are so much bigger than myself that I’m awed by them. I really don’t know how wise it is, but they are training me to be a clinical trial coordinator, to replace a colleague of mine who will be leaving next year. If I officially take over her position next year, we are talking about the fastest rate of promotion in research history. It usually takes a Master’s and at least 3 years of clinical research experience before you’re qualified to be a lead coordinator, but after just one year of experience and a Bachelor’s they are grooming me for the position. There’s, of course, no guarantee that I will get the position. They may come to their senses at any moment. I’m just happy that they would even think of me for the position. It’s nice to have others see something wonderful in you that you yourself don’t even see.

Also, my motivation to write is returning without any rhyme or reason. Suddenly, I find myself jotting down notes whenever I think of something witty, coming up with story ideas, and being so foolishly optimistic that I’m going to participate in National Novel Writing Month again. It’s such a big commitment and such a monumental task, but I know that I can do it. Since I was able to reach the 50 thousand word requirement last time, my personal goal for this time will be 75 thousand words. I know now that this task is not about creating a masterpiece. This is an exercise in personal diligence, which is the virtue that I need to work on the most. I’ve been so lazy lately, becoming more and more of a couch potato every day, staring blankly at the tv screen, and gaining pound after pound as a consequence. You’re truly in a terrible state when both your mind and body become lazy at the same time, but once I start exercising my imagination, I’m hoping that my body will follow.