Some weeks it seems I can't stop writing, while other weeks I'll draw a blank. This is one of those weeks. Maybe it's the grey clouds that have been drifting in the sky the past few days or the fact that I've had yet another cloud that has been the cause for my lack of inspiration lately.
It's frustrating to be home sick, but I'm glad I didn't go into work because I wouldn't have been of any use there. Thankfully I'm feeling much better today so I spent most of the afternoon watching Gossip Girl. It's funny how watching a tv show about insanely rich, and honestly unlikeable people can be entertaining. It's fun to watch pretty people in pretty clothing be mean to each I guess. Maybe it's because sometimes I wish I could be more...not mean exactly, but bold, say what's truly on my mind. It's something I continuously have to work on, not being so nice all the time. Sometimes it's good to be able to say things to people without holding back or sugar coating things.
Anyways, I've been thinking about moments lately, defining moments. Like moments that are supposedly important in your life: graduating high school or college, getting married, or having your first child, that sort of thing. I think we tend to measure our lives by these moments and forget the smaller perhaps more important moments. Like when we're finally comfortable being alone and facing the silence. When we're no longer afraid of the dark. When we finally start to feel like we can truly make it on our own. Being able to call and make our own doctors appointments. Buying our own groceries and cooking a decent meal. Doing these little every day things that are actually really important and maybe even the key to finding some happiness and contentment. To be happy with who you are and what you've become.
It's frustrating to be home sick, but I'm glad I didn't go into work because I wouldn't have been of any use there. Thankfully I'm feeling much better today so I spent most of the afternoon watching Gossip Girl. It's funny how watching a tv show about insanely rich, and honestly unlikeable people can be entertaining. It's fun to watch pretty people in pretty clothing be mean to each I guess. Maybe it's because sometimes I wish I could be more...not mean exactly, but bold, say what's truly on my mind. It's something I continuously have to work on, not being so nice all the time. Sometimes it's good to be able to say things to people without holding back or sugar coating things.
Anyways, I've been thinking about moments lately, defining moments. Like moments that are supposedly important in your life: graduating high school or college, getting married, or having your first child, that sort of thing. I think we tend to measure our lives by these moments and forget the smaller perhaps more important moments. Like when we're finally comfortable being alone and facing the silence. When we're no longer afraid of the dark. When we finally start to feel like we can truly make it on our own. Being able to call and make our own doctors appointments. Buying our own groceries and cooking a decent meal. Doing these little every day things that are actually really important and maybe even the key to finding some happiness and contentment. To be happy with who you are and what you've become.
