Last night was spent entangled in the throngs of a personal statement. I decided to be responsible and not procrastinate any longer, and made the necessary effort to do so by turning off my phone and isolating myself in my own personal 500 sq ft. space. Initially I had thought I would just "tweak" the existing one I had that I used two years ago to apply to schools, but that idle dream diminished quickly as I read over just what I thought I wanted not so long ago. But the problem is, I can't seem to limit myself to the narrow goals of days past. Hence, a one page summary of initiative and statement of purpose has turned into four monstrously condensed pages. But somehow the words flowed much for fluidly and freely this time around, and was much less restrictive than drafting a resume. The bias comes from the ultimate queston of: how much of who we are is truly defined by prior occupation anyway? This is definitely an idea that I've lingered upon more frequently, and have yet to truly find comfortable grounding.
~~It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give. And the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live. ~~
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home