Ugh. How many blog posts have I stopped and started today? So many different topics. What I mean to say, what I can't seem to say, in all my stops and starts because I am so concerned about making sense (and really, what the sense in sense?) is all this. A series of mini blog posts from my scattered brain:
You guys. The blog. I feel so lost with it these days.
After an exhaustive search, I found a perfect pair of purple pants. I need your help. What shoes (color, style, etc.) does one wear with purple pants? Note: flats season is over in these parts.
Time. TIME. Do you crave it as much as I do?
Today, my friend/birthday sister/coworker said: Jobs are great to have. But why does it have to suck so much when you have one? I don't know if I'm overly emotional these days or what but I nearly started crying, thinking how unhappy a job can make people, how unhappy my job has, often, made me.
It wasn't my own unhappiness that upset me so much (I have come to terms with my work. I have made some important decisions in the past few months.) it was this idea that the unsatisfied feelings are so widespread. How many people feel trapped in their jobs, in their lives, in their circumstances? How many?
I saw a quote I can no longer find about the enchantment of snow. How it snows and you wake up and your world is new. How so few things in life provide that kind of magic. As it snows in the northeast at this inopportune time, I am trying to remember this. The joy of waking up to a new world.