boxes boxes boxes

Lately I've been feeling pretty trapped in my major. Completely boxed in. This entire semester, really, I've felt uninspired by everything I've been learning. So much work is being dumped on me I've kind of lost touch of what was so beautiful about my major in the first place. I was peeing my pants when I first got here...I couldn't get enough of my classes. Now I just feel isolated from every other interest I ever had before I became a science major. What else am I made of? I couldn't tell you. I used to make art, act, make music, read novels, write poetry. I guess hanging out with people from that end of the spectrum recently has made me realize how disconnected I've become from my creative side and how atrophied it's become. I didn't think it had, but I'm grateful I've realized it and can now try to do something about it. It does make me feel a bit like I have a slight handicap when I hang out with that new crowd, though. It's like everything creative is so dusty and crammed in boxes on the sides of my cranium. Art nights have kind of sustained me up until now, but I think I need a bit more.