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A journey of self-improvement - or not. |
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Sup? I'm Char. You may know me from timeless classics such as
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Artist: Joni Mitchell Song: A Case of You [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Cool, I respect that. I can see a few different directions this prompt could go. Transformation of seasons, transformation of caterpillars into butterflies. Of course, I'm going to make it overly personal and make everyone feel uncomfortable. I think I'm always transforming into new versions of myself. Note that I didn't say better versions of myself, just... different versions. I can't speak for any other ages, but I think your 20s are a pretty transformative time. I read shit I wrote 5 years ago and don't even remember it. It doesn't sound like me. You could probably throw some of my poems in front of me and I'd be like, "I've never seen that before in my life, officer." That's what I love about writing though. I can go back and read my poetry and I'm instantly transported to another time. I won't drown you in poetry or anything, but just for example, I remember this day so clearly because of this poem: "Invalid Entry" It 4+ years ago, first semester of college. I had only been in classes for probably about 9 weeks total at that point. I was going to a small community college then to take basic math classes and general ed courses that I'd later use to transfer to a 4-year university. My classes let out in the late afternoon and it was a fairly nice day for March. Like 50F and sunny. The poem is basically just me talking about unwinding on my drive home from classes on that day, so it's not super important, but the day is immortalized forever for me because I wrote a poem about it. And it's important because that day was part of my transformation. I had just started university, I was trying to get used to studying and balancing it with partying, which I did all the time back then. I've transformed since then. I'm not the same person who wrote that poem in 2015. Obviously I did make the transformation from professional partier to professional student because I'm getting ready to graduate now, but it has been way, way rougher than March 2015 me could have possibly fathomed. I mean, that against 1 year later... "Invalid Entry" My mind was clearly in a totally different place. Not that I didn't write similar stuff the year prior, but I seemed to only write stuff like that and then, now, nothing at all aside from blog entries. In fact, I'm pretty sure the only poem I wrote this year was actually for an "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS"
And we can all see how dark that one is. What I'm trying to say is that we all go through transformations in life. Back in 2014 when I joined WDC, I was probably a lot more "fun" than I am now. My mindset was more positive because I was under way less stress and my brain hadn't yet latched onto all the things it has latched onto now. As I make yet another transformation from professional student to professional financier, or wherever I land, I fully expect to because a different person. My blog entries in 2021 (assuming I'm around then) will probably look nothing like the entries from 2019. People change. Their wants and needs change. The people they hang around with changes. I can only hope that my next iteration of myself is a bit more upbeat than what I'm currently working with. I think that's one of my worst realizations... knowing that I'm stuck with myself forever. I'm never going to be someone who has less issues. I can't erase my history. I can't fix my mind. Hope is a dangerous thing, but I do hope that I can look back in a year or two or three and have a clearer perspective, at the very least. Oh, and I should try to write some poetry sometime. |