writing about writing

As of this week I write furiously to finish a paper, but also in the midst of paper writing I always take time to reflect. This is a confession of sorts.

I will miss being a college student (I know, I know. Again with this nostalgia.) and sometimes envy the life of a writer. Sometimes. Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting with my friend on the second floor of Arch's. She was studying for exams and I was writing my paper and had the impulse to write this blog. So truth be told, (another confession) I'm basically copying my handwritten version of it. But that's beside the point.

When will I have the leisure again to kick back? As I write this I'm slowly eating away at a sandwich, sipping on some tea, and finishing my last bit of frozen yogurt. mmm. Hopefully, when I get to retire despite all these horror stories of my generation in the U.S. who cannot possibly retire because our Social Security has run out or something of that matter.

But in this I realize it is these little things that one must embrace and indulge on from time to time. So go out and eat ice cream, smell the roses, impulse shop (not too much though), jump in rain puddles, etc. etc. These are the things that make life sweet.