Hassig

I’ve been get­ting worse at this con­sis­tent design thing. I thought it would make me bet­ter, more cre­ative, but I feel so dry, so unmo­ti­vated right now. I do think it has helped, but in a more tech­ni­cal sense. On that note, I have been telling myself all day to put some thoughts on paper (or blog, not the same but close enough).

Some­times I won­der why I blog at all, but deep down I think I know. I really do love shar­ing things with friends and peers, but for the most part I think I would still have a blog if I never had a sin­gle vis­i­tor. Some­times I just need to write stuff out, and paper is prob­a­bly bet­ter, there’s some­thing spe­cial about phys­i­cally writ­ing it out in your own hand­writ­ing, but sim­i­lar prin­ci­ples are at work here.

There has been so much on my mind lately. Work seems to hit me in very large waves. I don’t feel like I have the nec­es­sary skills at times nor the time to learn. Try­ing to bud­get. To plan. To pos­si­bly buy a house, mean­ing find a real­tor, look, bud­get… Prepar­ing for a wed­ding and all the things that go with, with a fiance that lives in a dif­fer­ent city. I think the worst thing of all is the close friends I have in my life are hun­dreds of miles away, mean­ing I often don’t have that out­let to share my thoughts, feel­ings, ect ect. At least not at the same level from for­mer times. I sup­pose that’s why I’m express­ing here, let­ting some­thing out.

Any­way, over­all things have been quite good. There’s so many rea­sons to be thank­ful. I find it chal­leng­ing even writ­ing this though because as I do there are so many thoughts basi­cally knock­ing each other down, try­ing to get out, like the open­ing of a pop­u­lar woman’s store on black fri­day. I should really let them out more. Well, if you man­aged to read all of this non­sense then thanks, and I appre­ci­ate your con­cern, or inter­est, or bore­dom, or what­ever it might be that would keep to read this drib­ble. As always, I wel­come your com­ments (except for spam­mers, that’s get­ting old).

- jason