In a week I will have lived in Provo for 9 months. I sit and wonder how time has flown by. I've become comfortable in my solitude, and not completely blissful in it. I enjoy my work but still yearn to do something different. I dare say I've run the risk of having become complacent, and I'm not entirely sure why.
It's not like me to be content with stagnation. Free time has not helped much. It has only enhanced my feelings of solitude. I stay awake for hours playing games, watching television shows and reading what can hold my interest for more than three minutes. Still I think to myself that I'm too busy to blog. I have nothing to write about. Nothing to inform anyone about.
But I'm not busy. I'm elated when my phone rings, which it hardly does anymore.
I haven't been on a date for three months. I don't even take photographs very often anymore.
I need to change something.
I just need to find that something.
