Emailed memories.

A while back I moved all messages from my Inbox to "To be sorted" - this is over 2000 emails.

Last night I began to go through these emails. In a few cases I actually emailed some of the people I had lost touch with to say hi. This includes J, C, and, E. I used to chat with C every night, she and I had some good times together and I miss her. J I haven't seen in years but he lives in Seattle, so that'll be fixed soon I hope. E I haven't seen in a long time. Last time I was going to visit him I got into a nasty car accident and we lost touch after (I'm not entirely sure that he believed me, at that!)

But there were other items in there, including a review of an assignment from Prof. Costanzo, which was awesome, because he said really wonderful things about my writing and made want to start writing again. I really should email him and try to stay in touch a bit more. That also makes me wish to write to some of my other professors to stay in touch, including Prof. Bruzelius. I think I will do that this weekend.

It's also a reminder that I have a lot of goals that I still want to fulfill. These include getting published in the short story and/or poetry field; buying a house (deciding where to live for the next 5 years?), make some more friends, and even potentially find a partner? Now that I have some free time, and less stress, I feel like I could maintain a relationship, but I don't really socialize enough to even meet someone to begin a relationship. Even if I did, I have these major self-esteem problems, and I do mean major. Of course, back on the subject of goals, is the one to get fit and lose weight, as well as to learn how to play piano (and sax, flute, clarinet, and guitar) as well as to learn a foreign language or three. I also want to take up crochet again, as that was something that was fairly easy and kept my hands busy, focused that latent nervous energy I always seem to have.

So there is a lot to do, lots to accomplish. Now that things have settled down here it's really time to move my life forward; not in a straight line for sure, but at least with a forward tilt.