a poorly written essay on operant conditioning

I moved across the country, I moved back home to Alabama. Since I have rearranged the furniture in my “room”- the upstairs bedroom in my dad’s house. I’ve been struggling everyday with finding a balance. Accepting that I’ve moved and the decision is far-passed made, being happy and accepting happiness IN Alabama, and lastly feeling like I’m in a direction. There’s at least a moment everyday that I don’t feel balanced. Moreover, it’s become increasingly hard to feel or want to be a writer anymore. Why have I become so fearful in the past couple of years. Where is that daredevil?

Posted on July 25, 2011 at 9:23 pm in Uncategorized   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL