Time really seems to fly by, and I always feel like I’m running to catch up. Which is also how I feel about life sometimes. Not in a time sense, but in a “by the time I figure out what I want it is too late” sense, maybe? Or in a missed opportunity type of way? Maybe in a “if only had had a couple hundred thousand euros laying around I could…” way. I imagine I probably spend too much time considering all the possibilities that just aren’t there now, for whatever reason. Reality is I probably just need to get a regular old job, nose to grindstone and do what I have to do. But I like to think, wish, otherwise. Like maybe if I want it bad enough, it’ll happen. Which is just silly, but, voila, there it is. I think it is a trait my Dad has, as well. This strange half hope, half if I want it bad enough, think it hard enough, maybe, just maybe we can bed the time space continuum, and force it into reality. What is funny about this, is that I don’t think it’s every really happened. Maybe for some small thing that I could actually influence, but never anything else.
Lately I’ve been feeling a bit antsy. Ready for the next place, the next step, like I’ve been around the block here. I scour real estate websites for a project, a dream, an absolutely forever house. (This house is nice and would absolutely be a forever house for most, it was never a true “coup de coeur” for me, though, even though I do like it very much, and it may just end up being a forever house!). I scroll through pages of employment offers searching for the right job, rather then just a job. I study websites of people and pages I like, trying to figure out what it is that makes their space tick.
Am I bored, maybe? I don’t really feel bored, I feel like I’m forever running from one meeting to the next, from volunteering, to making meals, to running kids around… Maybe I need a more personal creative outlet? Soon rather then later, I’ll need a job, regardless, so that also may change things up a bit… Maybe I am still searching for my spot? The place my soul can rest, that will be mine forever? Or maybe I just need to accept and be happy with what I have, with life as it is, which is, actually, quite sweet.