I only write in the middle of the night.
July 2, 2013
Nearly midnight now.
Back in 1999, 2000, I started writing on a site called opendiary or something. My diary may still exist there. But what I found was I always did my writing late at night. Something about being up in the dark, thinking about the day, the world, the future. I don’t know, it prompted a lot of introspection and creativity. Those years of college I wrote something like 500 pages of thoughts. I know, I printed it out once, single space, 8 point font. I was pretty impressed.
I went on the mission and suddenly I couldn’t spend the hours writing like I had. It was hugely frustrating. Without the time to consider my feelings and thoughts it was hard to manage my emotions and concerns. I did get over it, though.
But here I am again. Something like 3 years since I last wrote anything on this blog. And I can’t sleep. Summer heat, thoughts of the future, thoughts about identity and self determination keeping me up.
To be honest, one of the things keeping me up is the idea of “what do you want?”
I saw an ex-Mormon post on reddit.com about how his active Mormon friend had “changed his personality so he could achieve his goal of being a stake president by age 30.” It made me wonder, if I were to focus on being more “adult” would I start getting called to bishoprics and stake presidencies? Is that what you want?
Today somebody pointed out a new mission president is a 35 year old with 4 kids. His callings in the church are almost exactly the same as mine. I ask myself “is that what you want?”
I have friends who sit up late working, earning tons of money, but being “plugged in” to the job pretty much all the time. Is that what you want?
I have other friends who just scrape by, always stressed about money, but living relatively leisurely lives. Is that what you want?
You get the idea.
I’m sorry for the post about nothing. I’m just up late. Unsure of myself. Feeling a little too adult for comfort.