I will keep working towards this until 2013 is over but I know that I won’t be able to complete this goal. I’ve been incredibly busy with my semester abroad. So busy, in fact, that I didn’t even have time to do much sightseeing.
I read for class and hardly had time to read for myself. I can’t wait to go back to England to be able to have more time to read again. I love New York but London allows more free time and opportunity to develop yourself at your own pace and on many different levels.
Here is a great post I found. Take a look, it’s outdated but always relevant:
One semester down, one semester to go. I’m not ready for this.
I’ve been writing almost every day for a couple of days now. It’s been a relief somehow and I feel inspired. I don’t really care anymore if what I write is good or bad, because I will never be able to tell.
I know it’s what I’m good at. I don’t want to lose this skill to be able to put things into words and make people feel and identify. One of my professors here said that it was a skill not many people possessed because feelings and emotions are so complex.