Nothing can describe.

Re-visiting the posts from my last semester in college have somewhat invigorated me. Not only do they recall my past passions but this small collection serves as a reminder that the path I am on right now, and have been on for the past year, is not the one for me. I have lost all sense of what it was to be fiercely devoted to my beliefs.

What still remains is my lack of direction and my lust for social events. Lovely.

I went from one pointless job to another. And took a pay cut. Super.

I've been in and out of a relationship. I've lived in three different Chicago apartments. Great.

None of this is adding up to much. No self-betterment (what ever happened to learning Spanish? Getting a certificate in non-profit management?). No activism (what ever happened to Americorps? Volunteering?). Basically a whole lot of "nothing" for the past three years. Fine.

So what's next? That's a challenge. Seems to be the ultimate challenge for me. As someone who lacks the willpower to get motivated and move on, as someone who would rather just live with the pleasantries and not take a gamble. No, I'm not much of a gambler. Never was.