I had my first slap of real-life over the summer months of 2011. Working full-time, having very little time for social activities, my summer lacked interest, to put it bluntly. It consisted of sunburns, pay-checks, and no social life. Not to say it wasn't a good summer, or that I didn't have fun, I just didn't have the summer I was expecting to have.
My first truly enlightening experience was the dreaded "What you want to do with your life" talk. Thanks for all that pressure, mom. After having that lump in my throat, the worry and anxiety slowly faded and taking it's place was a calm reassurance that I have a whole year to decide. More than that. I have a whole lifetime. I have a couple ideas of where my future would take me, and what I would like to do, versus what I should do, but none of it really seems to matter right now.
Other than working, and thinking about my future, summer consisted of me chillin' so hard, I almost froze. I worked almost non-stop on my Yoyoing. I had a lot of time to think about life, and really get to know myself on an emotional, and mental level. I did a bunch of writing, drawing, and philosophizing, and really just hung out. I made attempts at broadening my art horizons by branching into music. I acquired Frooty Loops Studio, and started throwing beats out like there was no tomorrow. Not to say I made good music, because in reality it was anything but. But that's beside the point.
This summer was one of the best I've had in my entire life. I didn't do a lot, but I learned a lot. Although my summer lacked interest, It was still a really good one.
