I don't often write here and it is simply because I didn't feel for a while there that I had much of anything to say. I feel differently about that now. I've always had something to say, it seems now that I didn't know how to say it. As of late I've had a resurgence of confidence in my ability to tell people that they cannot misuse me as their friend, colleague or otherwise. I've reignited my passion for learning and abandoned those who seek to exploit a hardworker. It seems I am back in business....or am I? I've started my own business an L3C dedicated to helping the developing world and while I have done very little in the way of getting it off the ground I am making the steps I need to progress. I have begun a PhD program and simultaneously renewed my commitment to becoming a multimedia maven and bringing stories from the world to the world. Then why is it that I sit here, in my new home that I proudly own and wonder with all these frameworks I have with which to make a difference I feel that I missed my calling? I want to produce things and make things, I want to be on the ground, in the field and as I sit here and read what to me are arbitrary theoretical constructs while Hoda and Kathie Lee give makeovers on the Today show in the background, I wonder if I've made the right decisions in getting me to where I want to go and if not, how do I undo what I have done.
Maybe I should have just gone to film school...or Africa....or both...
