σκοπεῖν

Lord, let me be speculative again.

My sophomore year of college was characterized by an outward-looking-ness, an intense, conscious questioning of myself and the world and my future and my goals and my failures.
And as I’ve noted on this blog (in the drafts, if nowhere else), this property was drained out of me (at times painfully) over the course of the past year and a half.

This summer is acting as a chance for me to catch up with myself, be restful yet productive, and for me to seriously re-evaluate everything all over again, before the onslaught of senior year begins. And I think it’s working, to a certain degree. I’m pursuing a semi-serious hobby; learning how to effectively structure my time; and developing good, laid-back friendships – things I’m really happy about. And life is not completely peaches: I still have my fair bit of insecurities; doubts and fears about the future; frustrations about myself; but when I get into a speculative mood, these troubles don’t seem as pressing, and all that seems to matter is that I approach the future earnestly and with an open mind, so that I can make the best of what comes.

(I should probably use less semicolons too.)
(And parenthetical remarks.)

So, wish me luck, readers (if there are any of you left), and I’ll see you on the other side.