Finally, the time of year that the fatigued and overburdened student craves is upon us: summer. Mid-afternoon naps resulting from all-nighters pulled previously are no longer plagued by ominous projects due the next day, and the promise of yet another late night looming ahead. Instead, evenings are languid with repose and time spent with the ones we love, accompanied by a casual glass or wine (or two) after an accomplished day at the office. In fact, as I write this, I am curled up in my lovely down duvet, the sunshine is filtering in through my open window, and the possibilities of an entirely unscheduled afternoon have me positively giddy. It’s astounding what a lapse of responsibilities and some good weather can do for a girl’s disposition.
I am alleviated and inspired by greenery, as a Venus-ruled Taurus through and through, and the lush foliage now fluttering lazily on the branches of trees has provoked exactly those feelings. The creative potential that this point of summer break, the very cusp, the very furthest point from when I will next be in school, is so richly delicious, its like a too sweet bit of confectionary that tingles your jaw line as it dissolves in your mouth. Endless lists are formulating in my head, places to go, people to see, things to accomplish. The prospect of such overwhelming desires and goals coming to fruition is enough to overwhelm the poor reclusive student that has existed within me for the past 8 months.
What’s even more exciting is a true sense of self that I feel I am beginning to nurture; the feeling that with only one year left of school pending prior to graduation, that I am beginning to forage a sense of what I what to do with my life. A love of all things creative, I have never really found that I truly excelled in the traditional artistic mediums (although I do enjoy partaking in them for the purposes of pastimes) and there has always seemingly been a void in what I felt was a lacking portfolio of inspired expression. However, the recent encouragement of professors and office place superiors has me feeling motivated to further explore that with which I have always had the highest affinity for: the written word. It is the way I see the world, the medium for which I substitute in place of a paintbrush and canvas; the intent to illustrate with adjectives decadent in description and prose that is meandering and subtle. There is too much mediocrity that exists in the world as results of those employing the use of the written word where they are completely under-qualified to do so, thanks to all new forms of social media, and admittedly, the blogging epidemic that leads everyone with a MacBook Pro to thinking that they are a writer. In any case, I feel a true sense of inner affirmation that I am on my way to finding my niche, and am feeling confident in the plethoric wells of inspiration I have to draw from in aiding and abetting me on this quest. I’ll spare you the futile exercise of devising a list of summertime musts (it’s almost a jinx that ensures they will never see the light of reality) and instead simplify and refine my voice down to the bare essentials; to focus on cultivating a style that is unmistakably my own (as should be true of all that I do).
After all, why waste time on superfluous imitation?
love,
n
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