Life on the 2nd floor
It's getting a little late, but I really wanted to revive this journal before I forget it exists again. I went to my profile,realized how horribly outdated it was and just had to change it. While trying to describe myself in a paragraph for the masses, I found myself focusing on my job. Now, I realize that's not unusual for a lot of people these days, but it took me quite by surprise. It's really the first time I've come back to a place I used to define as me to realize that I'm not that person anymore. I am, in fact, someone that I always wanted to be. It was a pretty good feeling.
While I am still no morning person, it's easier and easier to pry myself out of bed in the morning with the promise of being able to go to work. I love my job. I love going to and doing my job. I have found that place that, as a young, impressionable high school student, I could not imagine. Who, at 15-19, can imagine enjoying work? At that age, it's all about being able to do nothing. Or at least it was for me. I was so busy trying to get somewhere else, I didn't know where it was I was trying to get to. So I suppose it's really not all that shocking to know that I arrived and didn't even know it. :)
So, just to sum up here before I go to bed: Life is better. :)
While I am still no morning person, it's easier and easier to pry myself out of bed in the morning with the promise of being able to go to work. I love my job. I love going to and doing my job. I have found that place that, as a young, impressionable high school student, I could not imagine. Who, at 15-19, can imagine enjoying work? At that age, it's all about being able to do nothing. Or at least it was for me. I was so busy trying to get somewhere else, I didn't know where it was I was trying to get to. So I suppose it's really not all that shocking to know that I arrived and didn't even know it. :)
So, just to sum up here before I go to bed: Life is better. :)