Keeping My Feet on the Ground

I apologize. I have not been faithful in my blogging. I expected to have more time and energy to reflect and write. It is both the fault of my busyness and my own writers' block when it comes to describing my time here.

For some reason, what I do isn't striking me as important or unique as it might actually be. Some of this is probably because relative to some of the others in the program and others I am in contact with, the events of my days are fairly average. The power, fame, and importance is as normal as the Washington monument on the skyline. It feels like finding treasure in a museum. It's exciting and beautiful, but it's already been found, encased, and enjoyed by many others before me.

Suffice to say, I am not as easily impressed as I used to be. I have lost some of that child-like wonder that used to captivate me about life in Washington, DC. This makes me sad. I think I have a hard time transitioning from dreams to the realization of them. My experience really has not been anything less than I dreamed it would be, it's just that I have not been able to realize it all. I'll snap out of it. If I get some time. Just trying not to get run off my feet.