All Good Things

Not to be a downer, but I’ve recently felt rather caught up in the notion of missed opportunities and the bittersweetness of the temporary.  I’m not sure if it’s that my hormones are running a little wild, or if it’s some strange, new, fresh-on-the-market brand of homesickness, but whatever it is, I really feel the need to take time away from my essay on irony in Oedipus the King to write about it for a little.   Buckle in for some ~~wild~~ reflection folks!! The first show that we saw in London was Kinky Boots.   And throughout the course of Kinky Boots, I found myself in tears on three separate occasions.   It wasn’t a sad production (it was hilarious), and I wasn’t feeling particularly unhappy (I’m in London, for Christ’s sake), but the story made me think more than I have in a while about what my life looks like.  And please don’t get me wrong, I love that image.  My heart swells - almost painfully  - when I think of all of the people I have and the love that I feel and the exp

Hello!   My name is Josefa and I believe that this, here, is a blog (though it is nearly as new to me as it is to you).   In order for us to all get to know one another, I’ll first give you some background on me, and then perhaps some on the blog (just to get started). I’m a college student majoring in English Education.   I’m twenty years old (or I will be soon enough), and I really like to think about things.   I also like writing, so here we are.   A blog where I write about the things about which I think.   It might be interesting or it really might not be, I’m mostly in it because it gives me an opportunity and a reason to edit the rambling pieces I tend to write.   I’m all about that self-improvement and reflection, yo. I figured a blog was a good format for the pieces that I’ll be putting here because they’re not quite narratives and they’re not quite stories — not really meeting any standards for any genre I’d be interested in submitting for publication.   I might slip a