The Young, Unmarried, Graduate-School Professional: Writing.

There’s a lot to be done.  At the end of the day I’ve spent more time writing at a desk than not.  If I’m not writing emails, developing amendments, building grants and milestones, directing processes or catching up with colleagues, then I’m at my desk writing papers about regulatory pathways for vaccine development or citing examples of risk-based approached to clinical trial monitoring or defining the importance of why Good Clinical Practice is fundamentally important in pharmaceutical product development.  When I’m not doing those I’m gchatting with the bestie, catching up on personal messages, paying bills and organizing my life.  This is the writing life of a young, unmarried, graduate school professional.    

Moreover, when I’m not doing those things, I’m at the gym, physical therapist, massage therapist, head therapist, so I can be better, stronger and healthy do all those aforementioned activities.  I’m therapy-ing all over this place.

What I WANT to write about is me, my life, my thoughts and my comings and goings.  What I WANT to delve into are my successes, aspirations, struggles, realities, and life approaches.  I want to do this because it’s therapeutic for me and as much as I can spew onto this page, the less it swirls in my head.  I’m talking about big ideas like how to tackle life to the little ideas like why and I’m obsessed currently with Halsey version of Justin Bieber’s Love Yourself, Amazon Prime’s Mozart in the Jungle, and bittersweet chocolate chips (no relation to each other).  Or how I’ve planned a trip to Big Sur which is currently only includes a reservation at an inn in Carmel and nothing else (who has ideas?!).   

What I want is to see the world, eat fresh bruschetta with olives and almonds and drink smooth and crisp wine under Tuscan summer afternoons, and sail the Grecian Islands.  I want to create art, do something with my hands, hike to expansive views, ride long bike trails and laugh with the ones I love.  I've got a long bucket list of "want to dos" and this year I'm focusing on those.   

So you see, there’s a lot.  To do, to be done. But there are only 24 hours in a day and I am but one person. 

brb.

xo, c