Wistful Writings and Wonderings

I'm so... tired. I used to get angry, I used to rage to friends and family and make it my priority to research an issue so I understood it, and see if there was anything people could do about it, stay informed,  do something even if it was small and I didn't have much free time between work and school. But it's gotten to the point where, though I'm still angry, I can't always handle the energy and the stress it puts on my anxiety and depression prone brain. I'm only 24, and I have so much going for me in so many facets of my life, but I'm tired. Tired of checking social media or news and having to read about another tragedy. I'm blessed and privileged enough to be able to distract myself, to focus on my own tenuous mental health for a little while before I do anything else, anything other than just see people argue on Facebook or somehow brush it off to protect their own discomfort because they're privileged like me, and mourn over children I'v...

So, I'm in a pleasant ly up-beat mood at the moment, so thought that perhaps I would take a minute to blog, since I'm mostly a hermit and am terrible at talking to people who I don't see regularly. Which, right now, is like everyone I know except for like three friends.  One of which may or may not be my sister. So.    I don't even remember the last time I wrote. I suppose I could maybe go back and check that, but whatever. I think it was about Jamestown? If not, holy crap. Jamestown. I'm going to be very honest, I think I might have made a mistake about the particular historical career I wanted, because archaeology is truly like nothing else I've ever done.  I don't know. Is there any way I can be a curator  and  archaeologist? Because that would be tremendous.  Oh, also  the people I did it with are actually just spectacular human beings who I miss pretty much every day  (COME BACK TO ME FAM!!)    ANY...