A sign?

I've been cleaning house today, looking forward to a visit from my sister and her family.  While trying to organize some papers, I came across stories I wrote for a creative writing class back in 2003.  I decided to sit down and read them again, and as I did I was surprised that it was my own writing.  The subject matter was almost all dark and a little disturbing.  The notes that my teacher left on these stories were so nice, I was shocked.  With all of these final drafts, I found a paper he had included for a contest for student writers, noting that I should send some of my work in.  Now I wish I had taken him up on that advice.  I don't know why I didn't.  I guess I've never really liked my own work.  Artwork.  Writing.  Knitting.  Photos.  It doesn't matter what it is.  I can never impress myself.

Anyway, it felt a little like a sign finding those today after starting this blog yesterday.  Maybe I will write some new stories and poems and post them.  I think that I've decided I am definitely going to go back to school.  I'm not completely psyched about the schools in this area (at least not the ones that I can afford).  I'm going to start looking, though.  Maybe it will help me to get excited about some things again.  Hopefully it will help me to meet some people in this city.  I've lived here for 9 months, and I haven't really met anyone.  That has to change.

Speaking of change, I should change the name of my blog.  I think it's going to be more about writing than knitting.