words, words, words

Let's talk about books for a second. After all isn't this what this blog is supposed to be about? I started "Sister Carrie." I'm about 70 pages in and I just can't seem to keep going. I'm BORED. I say that loudly because the last book I read (stupid Faulkner) was also boring. Sometimes I really wonder how these books became classics. Maybe they were revolutionary for their time but now they just don't hold up. Shakespeare - he holds up. Others not so much. Its like trying to watch an 80's movie you loved as a kid - somehow a mermaid falling in love with Tom Hanks and 4 dorky men in white suits trying to rid the city of ghosts just doesn't cut it in 2012. Same for this book. It's about the industrial revolution in Chicago and while I find the topic interesting, so far nothing has happened to peek my interest enough to keep going. I suppose I'll still try but I'm sick of plugging away at books that I just don't enjoy. Life is too ...

I woke up Saturday morning at around 7 for work to my first real taste of fall. It was brilliant; a few red leaves were peeking out through the green in the tree across the road, the air was crisp and cool and the busy main road in front of our building was quiet. I love the morning, especially fall ones. In fact I hate mornings but I love them if that makes any sense. I hate waking up. I have a really hard time getting out of bed even when I'm fully rested. I like to rise leisurely stealing little moments of sleep while the coffee brews. But when I do have to get up early (the only times that happens is when I work and when I travel) I love the feel of morning. It is fresh, the air is clean and quiet and there are brand new moments yet to be experienced. I wish I had the will power to get up and enjoy it but if it hasn't happened by this point in my life, it won't until I hit my 70s or 80s when I'll only be sleeping 3 hours a night. I've learned to appreciate the l...

Lately, I've been doing a lot of reflecting on my life and what I really want. My job has not been going so well and it has gotten me a bit frustrated. I thought that by this point in my life I would be at least a little settled but yet I'm still struggling to find myself and what will truly make me feel happy and content. I didn't think at this age I would still be broke, still not know what I want to be when I grow up and still not be physically or emotionally stable. I've tried so many different jobs and yet that perfect one still eludes me. I know that I am not alone in this because most of the world feels this way but I am won't stop until I find the thing that truly lights my fire. There are so many things I love but is it possible to do all of it? I think it is and so I am putting out into the universe what my perfect life would look like: My husband and I would live in a condo or apartment that is walking distance from the ocean. (no houses because houses ...