I have not narrowed my two main choices for what to do my final project on yet. I have been bouncing ideas around for about a week, and have only come up with two that I really like, and would actually enjoy doing. At first I wanted to do something on profound Christian moments in literature, but one day I sat down to gather my thoughts about that idea, and I really was not all that thrilled with it. So I had to throw that out.
The two choices that I came up with are to write a short story using the monomyths and archetypes. However, I have no idea what I would write it about yet. I have not made it that far with that idea.
My other idea was to do my project on how the literature we have studied this semester relates to my own life. Alot of what we learned about the monomyth and archetypes really made me think about my own life, and how it reflected these ideas. I also connected very strongly with some of the literature we studied, such as The Color Purple, and Siddhartha. Not so much that I have ever had experience such as these, but in a way I kind of did. I read both of these books for the first time around 12 years old, and instantly fell in love with them both. I continued to re-read them over the years. They always made me re-think my life, and need to make a change. They were and inspiration for me at times.
I also was thinking about my strong reaction to Middlesex. I am not a transgender person, but this story really touched me. I am always trying to find myself and get a better sense of who I am and my identity. I felt like this story was the ultimate story about finding yourself and yout true identity. I felt like I could have very well been Callie, just her confused thought about her sexuality were not so far from my own at her age (apart from the fact that she’s a transgender-thats where the similarities stop). Her love for the Obscure Object and the feeling that drug up in Cal was something I went through also. But today, I am pretty confident in the sexual identity I have chose as a bisexual woman, who is engaged to a man.
Whenever I watched The Lion King, I found myself bawling when Mufasa died. I can’t ever remember crying at that part whenever I was younger. This was my favorite movie for years as a child. I relate to Simba running away and immersing himself in a new life. That is sort of what I did when I went away to college. My mother and I do not get along, so college was my way to flee her and never look back. Which I did pretty well the first two years, but more recently I have realized my mistake ( dude to a good friend), and have been trying to patch things up with my family.
I think due to the fact I could go on for awhile about how all the literature we studied relates to my own life, I think I found what my final project is going to be on. 
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