Oh wordy ramble.
I'm feeling restless lately, purposeless. I go to work, I come home, there's nothing really driving me. I like my job and the people I work with (though I did have a hateful feeling yesterday after misprinting several hundred tickets) and feel as if I am, for the most part, making fairly adaquate progress here. I've been having a slightly sinking feeling that I'm not quite giving all that I could, though. It's not a dificult job, so I can't imagine what it is I am not doing or not giving. Maybe I'm not sleeping enough, or maybe I'm sleeping too much. I can't put my finger on it, but I just feel off. But I have plans, you know? I'm finally going to go back to school, so I'll be making some progress in one aspect of my life at least. I'm getting more and more excited about the prospect of moving out of Minty so I can get a cat. Not the actual process, of course... I'm dreading that entirely. And no, there's still no date. I just keep thinking about it in my overthinking ways.
The other day I had this overwhelming urge to write. It's been forever since I've had that feeling. It makes sense, though, there has been so much going on in my head lately and I am hardly ever capable these days of getting it out onto paper. It's like I've had some kind of block going for the last year or two. I'm even contemplating participating in nanowrimo this year. I've always wanted to, but I've been working in retail and that kinda kills your ability to do much of anything during the holiday season.
How weird is it to be thinking about the holidays already? It's the years of retail burned into me, I know it, but it's starting to smell like fall. It's something I can't explain, but the air changes just a little bit this time of year and I love love love it.
The other day I had this overwhelming urge to write. It's been forever since I've had that feeling. It makes sense, though, there has been so much going on in my head lately and I am hardly ever capable these days of getting it out onto paper. It's like I've had some kind of block going for the last year or two. I'm even contemplating participating in nanowrimo this year. I've always wanted to, but I've been working in retail and that kinda kills your ability to do much of anything during the holiday season.
How weird is it to be thinking about the holidays already? It's the years of retail burned into me, I know it, but it's starting to smell like fall. It's something I can't explain, but the air changes just a little bit this time of year and I love love love it.