Oct 12, 2007 17:59
Oh, life is a very strange thing. You're going along, pretty happy, then everything changes. I was just saying that I've come to the realization that I actually like my job, and am actually fairly content. Then bam, union! Will we? Won't we? Purple shirt gang, weirdness. Now my contentedness is no more. It's a non-profit, what's with the aggressive attitude?
So yeah, that happens, and then my lovely sister blows my mind. Quit my job and go hike the Pacific Crest Trail. And the crazy thing is I really think I might do it. I have the slightly hyperventilating feeling I get when I'm really excited and can't stop thinking about it. This has never been me, except now I guess it kind of is. When did I get outdoorsy? I think back to all the years of my adolescence, when my mom kept pushing me to be physically active, why did my form of teenage rebellion need to be refusing to do anything physical? One of the many reasons why my 20s have been so much better than my teens. One of many, many, many!
And now off to Indian Heaven.