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it's funny how when I first wake up on these lazy mornings I'm often inspired to write...the only problem is, I don't know what to write about.
well of course there's plenty going on in life - it just never seems that there's anything worthwhile enough to share. I could talk about work, which still has it's good days and bad (more so with the people than with my acutal job duties), but I don't really - unless I'm very upset - feel the need to fill this with gripes about certain people. Beyond work though, my life mainly consists of exercise and seeing my friends. Which catching up with good friends over the past couple of weeks has been really enjoyable. I always love being reminded how interesting and cool the people I know are. Its definitely these people that make my life interesting.
The most interesting part has been watching everyone "grow-up." As I mentioned before, I feel like I'm still trying to learn the "grown-up" part, and if my friends are at all unsure about the entire process, it doesn't seem to bother them. Thus, they offer plenty of insight and occasionally make me feel as I need to just stop thinking too hard and go with the flow. Which I do somedays - just not all. Maybe becoming an adult is just as awkward for me as puberty and I'll look back on being 22 the same way I look back on being 12. It's funny how 10 years brings such perspective. I wonder how I feel when I'm 32 - it seems so far off, yet not really...
I guess I'll just start with today.
well of course there's plenty going on in life - it just never seems that there's anything worthwhile enough to share. I could talk about work, which still has it's good days and bad (more so with the people than with my acutal job duties), but I don't really - unless I'm very upset - feel the need to fill this with gripes about certain people. Beyond work though, my life mainly consists of exercise and seeing my friends. Which catching up with good friends over the past couple of weeks has been really enjoyable. I always love being reminded how interesting and cool the people I know are. Its definitely these people that make my life interesting.
The most interesting part has been watching everyone "grow-up." As I mentioned before, I feel like I'm still trying to learn the "grown-up" part, and if my friends are at all unsure about the entire process, it doesn't seem to bother them. Thus, they offer plenty of insight and occasionally make me feel as I need to just stop thinking too hard and go with the flow. Which I do somedays - just not all. Maybe becoming an adult is just as awkward for me as puberty and I'll look back on being 22 the same way I look back on being 12. It's funny how 10 years brings such perspective. I wonder how I feel when I'm 32 - it seems so far off, yet not really...
I guess I'll just start with today.