Inceptum

I tried to write in my journal after Latin class today for the first time in five days, and besides that short scribbling, in over a month.  I had no success no matter how eager I was to write at least something in those pages.  I decided that I would rather do this--create a blog filled with my random thoughts, goings-on, and ideas, whether or not people will actually read it.  People reading my thoughts has nothing to do with it, really.  I just realized that I had very little desire to scribble down my most private thoughts--the ones that a written journal would necessitate--so I put the leather-bound book back on its shelf and began working on this.  It isn't that I don't have private thoughts to write down in a journal; I've been keeping one consistently for over two years and have always found something to write in it.  I'm also sort of an old soul and have always preferred to write things down in a handsome, hardcover journal with tan pages and a ribbon that I can use as a bookmark.  But maybe I need a break from that.  It has become a bit routine and tiresome lately.  So this is my fresh start, in a sense.

I am sitting at a small table in the study lounge of my residence hall, grateful for the hour of free time that I have.  It has become a commodity this month, as I adjust to school again after spending a few weeks back at home in Milwaukee.  The truth is that I thought J-term (a month in which students only take one class) would be much more laid back than it turned out to be, or at least that's what everyone led me to believe.  I still have work, a trip to El Paso to fundraise for, and three-hour blocks of class every day of the week.  I suppose that's my fault for signing up for Latin.  I tell myself that it will be worth it by the end of the month, and I am pursuing my passion for language.  Even though the third declension pisses me off sometimes and even though I get exhausted, I can say that I enjoy what I am doing.  It is good to be back at school.  I can fuel my coffee addiction again because I was stupid enough to take a morning class, I can stay up late having spontaneous and profound conversations, and I can play impromptu games of ping pong until my heart is content.  So what if I haven't tried skiing yet?  There is a list of experiences that must be had in J-term, some of which I have fulfilled and some of which I have not.  You can't do everything in a month.

This is my new start, something refreshing that can distract me from the mundanity of having the same routine every day.  I cannot say who or what this is written for, aside from the very sake of writing.  I did not create this for any specific reason; I created it on a whim, and I hope I am consistent with it over the next few months.  As I sit at my table in the study lounge, I think about having a fresh perspective.  This is mine, and I think that it may help me to look at things in a new way.