Debooch-ism

I’ve never been fantastic with technology. It seems like every piece of smart technology I’ve had resulted with unpleasant and abrupt deaths.  I don’t have Twitter, I only use Facebook for events and the occasional means of contact, and I can barely navigate around my email.  Needless to say, starting a Tumblr account was quite the adventure. Even after I signed up, it was left untouched for a long while. But now I’m here and I love it.

I used to want to write. And read, and sing, and dance, and act, and create— but for at least a fourth of my life, I’ve wanted to write. Editorials, fiction, mystery, WHATEVER, but I was intent on releasing thought through literature. Inevitably life goes on, and passions are swept into the corner to make room for a more secure goals of the future. All I had time to even think about was getting my classes done, graduate graduate graduate, and fit work where ever was possible.  Four years of business school later and out comes a person who is lost.  I have no heart for business and so the retention level in class is near to none. What has happen, though, is a slight gain in the economic world, but a great depreciation in the ability to read.  That retention level has suddenly applied to everything in my life now, including that mighty passion I grew up with.

This very new revelation was really eating away at me, and I’ve been calling out to Him for help. Maybe this is God’s tiny pathway back to the writing corner. Maybe that corner has long since deteriorated, and I wont write a single thing. Either way, it’s a journey fairly I’m excited about. I’ve come to gather that Tumblr is a wonderful way to express, educate and share, ergo I am ready to dive in.

Trying out this Tumblr thing while I procrastinate.