sweet jesus, I almost fell into convention
 

More and more the thought, or mebbe the fear that I've blown a micro-chip is starting to seep in around the edges of a manic way of thinking that I've grown accustomed to. Ya see, I'm ditching welding, not becuase I don't like it cause I do and not because of anything other than the fact that I'm not satisfied, I'm not in it. I've spent months, in the dark, just staring at this little flame, and I thought that my work, guiding the flame in the void was consuming me, but it wasnt. It's just that now, going from new york to eastern montana, from a city that had more people in it than this entire state to a sparse sleepy town of less than 400 people, something popped or let loose, and I'm just dealing with a flood now. I can't decide if this is just a huge personal epifany, or some vast mental abnormality thats chosen to maniest itself now.

either way, journalism school sounds like a really good way to stir the pot.

I dunno, just wanted to rant, feel free to call me stupid, you won't be the first.

School is always a great idea, and it's awesome that you know something you'd have an interest in. Lots of people want to mix things up but have no idea what their ambitions are, or at least in concrete enough terms that they can say, "i'm going back to school for x".

Good job, and congrats on broadening your horizons.

growth.. it's incredible isn't it?

Epiphany!!! One-a-day.