I have nothing to report, except not really
I bought a Wii. And Kyle bought Mario Kart. And I was really boring before, but there’s really nothing to blog about when you spend your weekends attempting and failing to unlock all the extra goodies in a silly video game.
But that’s the short version. There’s plenty to blog about. The status of my “training boobs.” Essays about realizing that working a job may never be what I think it should. The fact that the part of my brain I love most suddenly came back to me on August 5 — why? how? I don’t know — and now I want to correct every bad decision I’ve made in the past five years, starting now rather than waiting for some perfect opportunity to overhaul my life.
I enrolled in a biology class at Wichita State. Everyone keeps asking me if I’m going back for a masters degree. I’m not. I’m taking a class in a subject I once loved — and abandoned in college for no good reason — because my brain has been begging me for months to let it think about something completely different from all the things I spend my time thinking about. My brain misses the science classes I filled my schedule with in high school.
I don’t think anyone can get cancer and then not change their priorities. I’ve spent the last few months thinking about where I want to be when I reach that key five-year survivor milestone, thinking about what kind of career trajectory I have and want to have, thinking about what I’m truly good at and whether I’m using those skills often enough and what I could use those skills to accomplish.
I haven’t made any decisions. I’ve made too many decisions without doing the research first. So I’m working on the research right now.
But I am fine and will be even better. The infrequent, overly-serious updates here are a narrow, skewed window into what I’m up to. I started this blog as an outlet for random, wacky one-liners, but it turned out that Twitter is the venue I’ve always wanted.
