i am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding

It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything. I don’t know why I have so much trouble doing something I genuinely enjoy.

I suppose I’m easily distracted. I wrote the previous sentences, decided I was thirsty, drank a glass of water, and checked my mail. Then I came back to my desk and sat and decided I was thirsty again, etc.

I’ll go so far as to say that most everyone is easily distracted. Whenever I talk to people during the school year, I’ll ask them what they’re up to. About half of the time, I’ll get a response that in some way revolves around putting off something. There’s some silent psychological barrier that exists in our minds, stopping us from doing what we actually should do.

The one thing I don’t like about writing is the process. I absolutely hate trying to figure out something worthwhile to write. The reason I love writing, though, is because when I’m done, I can go back and see this entire transformation that went on entirely in my head. I can almost pinpoint the exact location in the above paragraph where something clicked.

Only a small fraction of this entry comes purely from inspiration. The rest is a product of me sitting down and doing something that I really didn’t want to do.

I read earlier, that about 70% of people don’t know what their passion in life is. This statistic includes me. You would think that with college costing as much as it does, universities would tell students how to find their passion. I’m not sure it’s as simple as that though.

I have gone from wanting to major in architecture to art to marketing to computer information systems to operations management. I still have no clue what I want to do. From the majors I just listed, it looks like I enjoy creating things. Voila.