I really miss being at the lake. I miss eating my breakfast on the porch every morning. I miss only going inside to sleep. I miss being surrounded by family. I miss raiding my grandparent’s camp for brownies with tiny little M&Ms in them. I miss waking up to the morning light instead of an alarm clock. And I really, really miss the warm Texas nights that wrap themselves around you like a blanket and make you feel all happy and fuzzy inside. Want to see some pics from my weekend? Check these out!
I smell Starbucks coffee. Well, maybe it’s not Starbucks coffee, but it’s definitely not coffee out of the coffee maker in the lunch room. Smells like a latte or maybe a mocha. Smells like the inside of a coffee shop. It makes me want to blow this cubicle and head for Barnes and Noble where I can flip through a travel book and sip on something warm.
Being a 20-something is so exciting. This age really has to be the most exciting age of all. Whether it’s moving to a new city, going to college, graduating with a master’s degree, getting married, having babies, starting a new job, quitting an old job, falling in love or traveling the world, it just seems like your 20s are a time of choosing who you want to be and what you want to do. Everyone I know is defining themselves differently, it seems, but they all have that same excited glow that says, “This might be a little bit scary, but I’m loving every minute of it!” Pretty fun stuff.
I don’t understand the need for eight-hour workdays. Doesn’t that seem a tad bit too long to you guys? I mean, five hours, maybe, but eight? Seems a bit excessive.
The book I’m reading says that most of the negative emotions we experience are rooted in fear. It says that if you’re feeling jealous or angry or sad or mad, when you dig down to the root of the problem, you’ll usually find that you’re just scared about something. Yesterday it occured to me that this is quite true. That’s when decided I wasn’t going to let fear rule my life. I sat in my car and screamed at the top of my lungs for fear to get his ugly little hairy butt out of my life. I think I may have scared him off for now. Today has been a good day.
I really like to be busy when I’m alone. I generally only like to laze about when I have someone to laze about with, but when I’m alone, I prefer to busy myself with tedious, needless tasks. On my agenda for the night: write a thank you note, run three miles, go to Target, file the pile of receipts on my desk, do dishes, write in my journal, watch The Real World: Hollywood. I've got a busy night ahead of me. Better get started. Enjoy yours!