Lost In Transition

Hmmm... have I used this entry title before? Oh well... if I did, this entry will just be a mediocre remake of the original.

So after a long month I have finally come back to my journal. There were plenty of journal-worthy moments within that time: finishing the 2nd draft of the screenplay, returning to Oakland for the holidays, greeting the new year, getting new job(s), moving out of my apartment, and some other stuff I'm probably repressing from my conscious mind for one reason or another.

But with so much change at the same time, even finding which way was up was a struggle. I was tired, my emotions were all screwy, nothing seemed to be at the right place. Nothing really made sense. So I stopped. Let the chaos kind of fall wherever it may. Watched TV.

Now that I'm back, and I'm settled at my new apartment, I'm ready to try and make sense of the past few weeks. Note the key word is TRY. I'm pretty confident that I won't make any real sense of any of it, but I'll try to anyway, for your and my entertainment. Now I know Yoda would probably tell me "there is no try", but then again, I'm no Jedi.