Let's do a bit of writing between classes. I have an hour. Go.
I just got an email from Andrea Murray, the managing editor at the Herald Times, telling me I've been accepted for the internship I applied for. I'll be writing for them in the Spring, and I'm so relieved. I'm relieved because lately I've felt that no matter how much I want to write professionally, I don't have the experience to do it or be hired to do it. The Herald Times is a local Bloomington paper, and they focus mainly on local happenings. I'll be a general assignments reporter, which basically means I'll report on whatever they tell me to. Fine with me. I'll roll with the punches.
In other news, fall is approaching slowly but surely. I'm not sure what tips me off, the cooling of the air, the approaching festivals (The Feast of The Hunter's Moon is this weekend), the Halloween decorations that overflow into twelve different aisles at Target, or the warm colors that begin to creep through the veins of all the leaves that hang over Washington street. Whatever it is, it lights a fire in me that warms my core and makes me increasingly anxious and excited. My insides are doing cartwheels in a witch's costume. Fall isn't complete without a few trips to the local Farmer's Market. Stacy and I went on Saturday and I bought yellow tomatoes, red peppers, flowers and a huge bunch of a fragrant plant called Queen Annie. I'd never heard of it, but I'd smelled it before and it is such a sweet, earthy smell and I couldn't resist. Now it hangs in my kitchen, in my bed room, and in my bathroom. It was really nice to spend time with Stacy and laugh with her.
My house is finally complete. All shelves are up, all junk piles have been shoved out of sight (under my bed), and I feel very comfortable. I thought I might feel lonely here, being the only person around. Really, I don't feel much different than I have for the past three years I've been living with roommates. I guess that says a lot for how much interacting I did. I tend to be kept to myself. I really like my space. Sometimes I miss coming home to the sounds of other people's voices, but it doesn't make me any less excited to come home. There is something very satisfying about opening the door and being completely pleased by the aesthetics of what you see in the room, and knowing you did all the decorating.
I haven't been very social lately. Let me rephrase. I haven't been social with the people who matter the most. I've been talking to a lot of new people, mainly because I am responsible for interviewing at least three sources per article I write. I write about three of those a week for the IDS, so I talk to no less than nine new people a week. I'm learning a lot. I'm networking a lot. I'm getting more and more comfortable approaching mere strangers, none of which have ever rudely refused to talk to me (which is reassuring, although I'm sure it's only a matter of time before I find the one person in the crowd who just got fired).
The problem with all the work I've been doing for the paper is how little I've been doing for school. Whoops. The other problem is that I haven't been paying much attention to my spirit. I've done no meditation, I've hardly done any yoga, and I spend a lot of my time very tightly wound, planning, thinking, writing, and racing to the finish line. And then I sleep. I can't let myself stay in that routine or it will kill me.
I leave you with a few pictures of yesterday's downpour. Enjoy.
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