Weird thinking out loud stuff: Having transitioned just before an MFA now has me in this weird post gras imbo place. Where I'm not only feeling like I'm playing catch up with life experiences bc I didn't start living till two years ago, but also because for two years I was stuck studying,
So now I'm in a place where Im trying to do things and learn to be social again, etc, but also the balance of knowing when to lock back in to write has been hard. Being unemployed also just adds to the liminal feeling, and I've yet to figure out a structure that works for my writing. Just thinking.