after thanksgiving

Today I had to go back to work after having a rather nice long Thanksgiving weekend. It's so hard to get back into the swing of things after 4 days of doing whatever you want. It was so nice to hang out with my family. We ate a lot of good food, played a lot of games, and did a lot of hiking. I finished it up by watching the old Pride & Prejudice (after seeing the new movie, I am obsessed and am also reading the book).

I really think we need more weekends like that. Three-day weekends would at least be nice. I've always thought that a 3-day weekend is perfect. You have one day to recover from the week, one day to do whatever you want and feel free from work, and one day to think about having to get up early the next morning. Weekends just go by too fast. It seems they're already over by the time I start to enjoy them. I know I would get bored if I didn't have a job, but I do wish I could create my own schedule. We live so much according to our calendars and clocks and have other people that tell us when we need to be somewhere. It leaves little time for yourself and keeping your thoughts organized. I do tend to be the kind of person that commits to more things than I actually have time for, but there is just so much that I enjoy doing. There are are just so many amazing opportunities and so little time.

what's next?

This has been a pretty uneventful week for me, though most are I suppose. I always get to the end of a busy week and wonder what I did. I think it's these short days catching up with me. I really don't like daylight savings time. I like to leave work with at least a few traces of sunlight, but now I have to leave in complete darkness. Sunny days just always put a smile on my face and now I spend the entirity of them inside a cubicle at work. The summer didn't seem as bad when you still have hours of sunlight after you get home. It would be so nice if I could talk my boss into giving me a laptop so I could sit outside and do my work.

The sermon at my church on Sunday reminded me (as a lot of things do) that I'm still trying to figure out what I'm doing with my life. I'm content with where I am as long as it's for a short time, but I am always wondering what's next. I enjoy thinking about the uknown, because I don't have any control over it right now. I think it's because I like surprises. I get excited when I think that my life could change drastically in the next few years and I don't know what it will look like. Maybe it won't though, and I'd be okay with that. I have so many thoughts, but none of them have actually formed into real ideas. It's so exciting and scary at the same time.