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A Corner of Solitude

It's Friday night, and I'm still sitting here in Starbucks after submitting my latest assignment for the graduate course I'm currently taking. The weight of the week is settling in my eyelids, and I have a race in the morning, but I'm not quite ready to go back home and climb into bed. This is one of those moments when I wish the rest of the world operated on my schedule, but it doesn't, so I figured I'd hop on here with a little update because...well...my BFF, the Internet, seems to always be there for me when I need it.

I've been really bad about updating the blog, and it's partially because I've been so unbelievably busy trying to tread water at work that I haven't even had the time to run or wash dishes or even write. It's also because I feel the need to pull back a little and share a little less. This applies more to my personal life with my friends, but apparently, the effects are evident here as well. I'm hoping to find a corner of quiet solitude in which to see how this new phase manifests, but who knows when that will happen.

As we know, life goes on, and I'm thinking a lot lately about the path that mine will take both personally and professionally. I'm sorting when I can and taking inventory, and hoping that somewhere along the way I will find the initiative to take that ever frightful first step toward something new.

The writing ideas are still flowing, and I've scribbled some notes for the "The Men I've Loved" poetry collection. A new idea struck me yesterday, and I'm still waiting to see if it will manifest in English or Spanish. The poem is being coy and hasn't decided yet, but you know I'll share it as soon as it allows me to do so.

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