The Beginning of the Beginning

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Brand new, that's what this is. I'm not one hundred percent on why I'm doing this, starting a blog that is. I have been slowly vowing to go off the grid and this is kind of the opposite of that. However, I have also been slowly vowing to be adaptable. Mountains of journals, essays and poetry are taking over my house and the rate of production is rapidly exceeding the rate of publication. That's mostly because there is no rate of publication. So in an effort to take myself a little less seriously and to ensure at least one person reads one thing that I've written, I'm starting this blog. I have no real designs or specific intentions for it. We'll see where it goes. 
Anyways, about today: Today I got four bills in the mail for my school loans. Since I'm no mathematician,  I called the loan center and had them add the four bills together for me. I was astounded to find that fresh out of a Minnesota State University with a spankin' new degree in creative writing I will owe four hundred dollars a month in student loans. After hours of calculations I found that I won't be able to pay both my mortgage and my student loans without making some serious sacrifices. So now I get to discover my own grit, and see if I can remain optimistic about it. Really it's an opportunity. A couple of things occurred to me right away: 1) Sell my house and live in a Yurt. 2) Swallow my pride and ask my parents for help, ie. prepare to spend the next ten years being lectured on the stupidity of wasting my money on a humanities degree. 3) Find a halfway self sufficient man and ride his coattails. Right now the yurt sounds pretty good, but this is only day one. Who knows what possibilities will present themselves in the days to follow?  
 It is the creative solution that I'm looking for, and it looks like this blog will begin with my trying to intuit that. 

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