For an example, I have been writing a story for the past five years. I've gotten all the way through it twice, unfortunately, one of those times the file got a virus and I lost the project. My writing is so good, I feel, on some days, but then others it seems like complete shit. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Also, last year I was able to consistently write each day. Now I can barely get one hundred words in in even a week.
Music I will admit is not nearly as bad, in fact, we wrote some really good stuff recently. I'm really hoping music works out because honestly, I don't know what to do with my life. I kind of want to just pack up my life and move to the Philippines or Japan or something. I am slowly losing my mind staying here in Utah. And as much as that hurts, it's what I've honestly been debating for the past two years. I only realized it last May when I traveled back to the Philippines. I realized the time I was happiest since I've been home from my mission was back in my mission. I don't feel happy here unless I'm creating music. That's the one thing that keeps me going each day. I am one of those kids that tried to write poetry at the age of ten and fell asleep with a radio since I was at least eight. Music is a big portion of my life.
I just wish school was done and I could use my money for something besides paying for class. If I was done with school, I'd probably travel the world for a little bit and then wait until I meet the one, as it's said. I don't know when that is, but all I know is that I'm ready.