As I've often mentioned, I don't work a standard 9-5 Monday through Friday. My work week begins today. I have to be there in about two and a half hours. I considered briefly the idea of going for a run right now, but a sore throat is making itself known.
The best thing about my job is getting to wake up gradually most days. Sure, I work the odd 4am or 730am shift, but the average day there is no horrible noise emanating from my clock-radio.
I don't know what I'm getting at.
I have blonde hair now.
I'm so excited to move.
I like packing.
I like unpacking.
My need for change is satisfied my hair colour changes, as well as new homes. But it's probable that two months from now I'll be back to feeling stuck and in need of another boost to life. What will it mean then? Another new guy? That's not original considering my recent dating history.
How come I can never settle into my life? I always want more. I want different. I'm jumpy. I'm never quite comfortable.
Despite the economy and the media collapsing upon itself, I do want to see where my career can take me especially out of province. I'll probably come back to BC afterward, but I don't know.
I am 27 years old and I really don't know what I want to be. Where am I going? Am I just pursuing change in order to deal with my lack of goals?
3/11/2009
Monday morning
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2 comments:
I totally hear ya on this post. I've packed up and left BC many a times for those reasons and now - at 27 also - I kinda want to do the same. But my apartment and my job and my bf have sucked all the "get-up-and-go" out of me. I miss being younger when I wasn't reponsible (and I'm barely responsible now :)
Found you through an interesting blog link. Apparently some guy want to "boff" you, you lucky thing. He wants to kill me :S
Ah yes.. Tawcan, or the Monkey, or.. I know his real name as well due to a photography class we took together. He's an interesting one, no doubt. That MBK post is strange, especially to know a friend wants to "boff" me. ANYWAYS.
I feel like 27 is a strange year. You're still young enough to be young, but mature enough to be mature. I'm constantly being pulled in both directions.
BTW, I look forward to adding your blog to my must reads. :)
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