short thoughts

caught in thoughts twisting tightly around my mind. strands of ideas meant to pass in a cursory glance yet they stay. continue to accumulate until no semblance of cohesion exists. just a messy mass of purposeless anxieties and neurosis. 

to want is to work

I found this excerpt in the unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath and it struck a chord with me. Especially at this point in my life as I consider my future and pursuing jobs, clearing the path that my life will take.


"I am lucky: I am at Smith because I wanted it and worked for it. I am going to be a guest editor on Mlle in June beacause I wanted it and worked for it. I am being published in Harper's because I wanted it and worked for it. Luckily I could translate wish to reality by the work."
-Sylvia Plath