I always imagined the first posting for a journal to be something memorable filled with words of wisdom, or at the very least something meaningful. However, all I can come up with at the moment are the lyrics of "Running Up That Hill" by Kate Bush covered by the band Placebo at 2:30-ish in the morning. Why write this at such a late (or for some early) hour remains to be determined.
I've recently graduated with a Master's degree in European history and I work at the academic library of the institution from which I supposedly emerged enlightened. I have a beautiful little girl and a wonderful fiance who is about to graduate from technical community college. Life seems good, but in reality it always provokes an uphill battle of thinking, challenges, and multiple paths. I almost wish I could switch places with Life, then maybe it would know how confused I feel right now and make the choices for me. However, that would be too easy and then I wouldn't have anything to write about.
I'm at a crossroads currently in terms of academic or even professionally. I could have the opportunity of pursuing a ph.d and become a true historian, or I could attain another master's degree in library science to work with the archives I found so interesting to study during my studies of history. Perhaps the second choice would be better as I am probably proving how terrible I am at writing with each keystroke. Though it is late so maybe I get some credit for this fact?
Hopefully this journal will help with this as well as describing what is going on in my consciousness, which in return will hint at my subconscious...or so psychology suggests. The other goal of this journal is to document moments of my life even though I probably won't write everything about every moment I experience because that would probably be too monotonous. Thus, the continuous working title of this journal "Snapshots of Life," in particular my life, and my marathon of running up its hill.
