Time.For.ACTION.

oh my.it's been quuuuuite some time since i've written in me blog, i suppose i was too busy with my time off.but actually, as i continually learn, for i am a poster child of learning through trial and error, i have come to realize that Time Off is absolutely essential, as long as you are actually taking off from something. so, as this often seems to happen, i learned my lesson backwards. while living my fanciful and adventurous year abroad in argentina, i was experiencing that time off and relishing in it;finding the inherent message and merit in an independent life, designed and paced by me, myself and i. and while i explored and wrote the blueprint of my life in the moment i was living, i also deeply believed that reflecting on my chosen choices was key in recognizing the reasons for them. i like to live in a way that compliments my interests, my curiosities, my passions. call it your soul,your path or your drive, for me, if i'm not doing that little-thing-inside-me-that-knows-what's-best, then i'm antsy, icky and off. BUT, over the years i have come to better understand, embrace and confide in that subtle little power, my intuition. so while there are times when my intuition speaks loudly and confidently, to a point where indecision and confusion know not of, i know that this phase should be acknowledged, embraced and divulged. because truly, this is when things are working, when life is exploring and flowing. i most certainly have phases where i'm a flurried mess of anxiety and chaos. and as deep and biting as those times are, they pass. and exist.for a reason. because truly, it makes the most sense. and while i am nooot known for my practicality, i cherish those that are because they teach me and add to my bouquet of knowledge. so i think it depends on the person, just like anything. i have known myself to function off an often precarious trend, indulging indulging indulging, woeing woeing woeing. and that tis not always a good idea and for some that probably sounds ludicrous and pointless and i agree with them to some extent but then on the other hand there's some strange bliss and meaning that accompanies and manifests from it. so i just totally went off course with what i originally was going to talk about, but that's why resumes are effing horrific for me, total crap. chronicle form, functional form, chro-func hybrid,WTF.so while my last post praised the goddess of retreat, i am now ready and DETERMINED to work. i want a next step, a new environment, yes, a challenge. i'm ready to apply myself, engage. the first five months back from argentina were just fine, i can't quite tell you in words what i was doing for those 150 days, but i only have a fond feeling. but.one month ago, i was hit with a wave of post graduate FUNK. and that's when i woed woed woed and then i got my little self going.reading those optimistic resume books, drafting crying harassing parents after writing a billion copies of resumes and cover letters. and i'm not done. but, there is a beginning and as goshdarnawful as the start was, i am gaining momentum. and as i reflect on how i've dealt with transitions in the past, i see there is often a deep drop. a deer in the headlights.a holy shit. but then, there comes this incredible rejuvenation, acceptance and zest. ying yang, bitter-sweet, a lesson learned or a hands down quagmire, i'm still figuring that out. yet, as a fiercely giddy scent of a striking time seizes me, i only remember what i had, never of what i didn't.