At this stage nobody is calling to go out anymore. So, I go to mass. Sometimes they want something but I don’t get back what I want in equal fashion. It’s ok I have my family. Now they’re far away so I try to stay on target by cycling writing. In this age we look up people, old friends and old flames but sometimes there’s so much baggage we can’t get through like we use too. Where there was once passion there are brick walls we can’t get past.
It feels good to be on the eve of getting a second MA and then putting it to use. Another transition but there have been many. Now a moment of reflection towards the end. I’m glad that I can write. I’m glad that I found my voice. It took a while but I feel better about it now and if you have found yours congratulations. So, taking advantage of the moment is important. I want to escape AI but it’s here. I’m not excited about it. I want to talk to someone and I want to use my own words.
A slight detour has kept me from cycling but led to me being published in the campus literary magazine and then zooming off to the midwest to present some sociolinguistic research. I support others though they don’t always return the support in kind. We all need a chick in and some acknowledgment but it’s not always going to come. Dad said be your own cheerleader so I guess that’s what I’m doing with this voice.
A short story published in my campus literary magazine – Enjambed.