Green green

Not so many years ago I worked with a couple publications that specialised in ecology and environment protection. As much as I hate admitting I miss it and whilst I did offer myself to the ecologist as an intern they did not care enough for me to write back letting me know that I am not good enough.

I try not to take it personally. Life is too big.

When I told my friends what degree I was doing some where really shocked as they expected me to cover something like environmental studies... There are some days when I wonder if I would have been happier as a professional envirobmentalist but all I can think right now is: if it really matters to me I can get another degree later.

I don't know why all of this is going through my head. I do suspect I miss writing for a living. If only I could do it here.