Sometimes you think about what you want to blog about, and you think about all these good ideas you have swirling around in your head and how good they'd all be as blog posts.
Sometimes you think about how you need a new blog entry, because you're overdue for an update, but you've just exhumed almost the entirely of your soul into not one, not two, and not three, but perhaps even four major papers in the last twenty-four hours. Life is really hectic in your senior year, I'm discovering. Sometimes you have lecture, chapel, lecture, group work, lecture, paper due, lecture, and workshop in all your classes plus work plus friends plus sleep plus eating. Sometimes you don't have the spoons to write about heavy emotional movements or controversial issues.
Sometimes you can only think about the thing your writing professor said to you last week, which was this:
"They say the transition between college and what you're doing for the rest of your life is the most difficult transition in your life. Even more difficult than divorce. So, whatever comfort that gives you."
And then you blurted out, "That's awful! That's no comfort at all!" and the whole class laughed but you really meant it.
So sometimes, when the stress of life gets you down, when you were the witness to a totally traumatic event at a children's event in which your coworker got nailed in the head with a basketball launched from a six-year-old's arm, when you're not depressed and you're not frantic and you're not exhausted but you're just full of things, just do this:
Go home. Take out a knife.
NO WAIT, THIS ISN'T GOING WHERE YOU THINK IT'S GOING.
And cut yourself some really yummy cheese.
Eat that cheese. Enjoy that cheese. Watch some good tv and cry at the series finale of Friday Night Lights. Eat more cheese. Relax. Enjoy how yummy that damn cheese is. You can blog about emotions later.
***Credit for this post's inception goes to my B.F.F. Anne, who, when presented with my text saying, "I can't figure out what to write about and I just ate SO MUCH CHEESE" responded with, "Write about the cheese!" My friends are genius. Geniuses. Genius-i....