Reading a friend's blog recently, I realized that, despite things in my life going at snail's pace, I've probably never been happier. I love my volunteer job which only confirms two things about me: I want to be a librarian. Too many people in my age bracket don't really know what they want. Some think they know yet aren't happy now that they're doing it, some think they know but don't make the attempt to see if they're right for legitimate reasons like they can't afford to right now or not so legitimate reasons such as they're too scared so I find it satisfying that I know what I want.
The trick is now finding a way to make it financially a reality. I'm working on it but, meanwhile, I realized the second thing about me: I don't need money to be happy. Of all the jobs I've had, it was the volunteer jobs and the internships that tapped into my interests. Given how our society works, most would probably argue that I need to change my attitude about this but, one, it's not easy to do and, two, I've never wanted to conform to society's norms. Does that mean I don't want to be paid for a job? Of course not. I'm just saying that I'd rather be happy in what I was doing than making money just for the sake of making money.
I think I've mentioned this to some of you but our neighbors love to crank up their bass, which is societal norm I realize, but once they were still blasting it past 1AM and this morning I awoke at 2:30AM to hear them again. A couple times I thought they were going to stop but they'd start back up again. I'm pretty sure they stopped around 5 but I don't remember much after that. I contacted our landlord last time and again this time. I don't know what their problem is whether they just can't tell time or they just don't care but not even when the baseball team lived above my dorm room was it this bad and I'm older and crankier now anyway.
As I was walking to church, my offering envelope blew out of my pocket onto the street. I consider rushing out to get it but I figured I'd be nailed by the cars if I did. I get to church and a friend of mine hands me the envelope. He had seen it drop out of my pocket and I guess went to get it. The first Christmas miracle of the season?
Also, if you're bored, I have additional content for your perusal at likestrek.livejornal.com.
The trick is now finding a way to make it financially a reality. I'm working on it but, meanwhile, I realized the second thing about me: I don't need money to be happy. Of all the jobs I've had, it was the volunteer jobs and the internships that tapped into my interests. Given how our society works, most would probably argue that I need to change my attitude about this but, one, it's not easy to do and, two, I've never wanted to conform to society's norms. Does that mean I don't want to be paid for a job? Of course not. I'm just saying that I'd rather be happy in what I was doing than making money just for the sake of making money.
I think I've mentioned this to some of you but our neighbors love to crank up their bass, which is societal norm I realize, but once they were still blasting it past 1AM and this morning I awoke at 2:30AM to hear them again. A couple times I thought they were going to stop but they'd start back up again. I'm pretty sure they stopped around 5 but I don't remember much after that. I contacted our landlord last time and again this time. I don't know what their problem is whether they just can't tell time or they just don't care but not even when the baseball team lived above my dorm room was it this bad and I'm older and crankier now anyway.
As I was walking to church, my offering envelope blew out of my pocket onto the street. I consider rushing out to get it but I figured I'd be nailed by the cars if I did. I get to church and a friend of mine hands me the envelope. He had seen it drop out of my pocket and I guess went to get it. The first Christmas miracle of the season?
Also, if you're bored, I have additional content for your perusal at likestrek.livejornal.com.
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