So much text,so little time.

Monday morning, summer 2005.
Woke up this morning feeling nice and refreshed, ready for the day--a little too early. Today's business was seemingly important, trying to mask my identity at work, trying to get everything set for this weekend as well as move a little more forward with the China deal. I am now just awaiting the official invite from the University that will allow me entry into the country. I need the official invitation from the University, which is authorized by the local government, which will then allow for me to apply for the Visa to the school, which I need to get from the Chinese consulate in San Francisco.
Confusing, I know, but all the wheels appear to be in motion. Imagine how crazy that it is going to be for the handful of you that actually read this blog to know that it could very well soon be written from China. I can't tell you in words how much I need for all this to happen. I feel as though I am withering away here in Seattle, always looking for the next best thing in a long line of possibilities. Going to China is going to allow me the peace of mind to be okay with where I am in life and accept that where I am-- this is a needed thing for me because I need to get moving on with my writing career more than I can describe--but it doesnt happen here because I am too busy trying to make enough money just to survive.
I have many things to say about this journey that I have taken over the last several years, but I am holding it in until I get to the next plateau and can reflect on the experiences I have had.
I think from time to time we all think we have had it rough in our definations of the reality in which we exist and I don't want my reflections to appear as selfish as I think that they might if I were to check in with them now.
I do know that in order for myself to be in this place that I am right now is not good for me as I am checking out of so many things because I just want to move to this next stage, but its probably for the best when it all comes down to it.
Its a wierd kind of thing, what I have been going through lately, mostly because I have begun to value my time with myself so much that after being at the office all day with people I dont really have anything in common with, I mostly just want to sit and veg or do a little writing--its a strange beast inside of me right now, but one that I think makes the most sense.
My writing is at the strongest level it has been in years and this is due in part to this blog. The fact that I think about it several times a day and want to just write here for the sake of me writing is a good sign that my education certainly paid off in huge ways.
There is something about the written word, misspellings and metaphor that make it the sweetest art of all, but it is such a shame that more people do not take the art of the written word more seriously. Instead we sit back and scan things, looking, looking, looking, but for what?
My guess is that we are looking for that little tidbit of magic that we get when we read--truly read things. The moment where our minds begin to create context around what someone else has put together -- but when we are a culture of scanners, what do we really learn? What do we really create?

As of late, I have had so many different stories running round my brain that I hope to share some of these with you in the near future. I hope to share stories of China, of communism with all of you. I guess we will see in the coming days if that dream might become a reality.....