...sort of. Getting used to working full time hours has been difficult. Worse still, those hours are 12-8 which makes it feel like I only have a couple of hours either side of that to either get ready for work or to de-compress afterwards. It's not ideal but it's what I need to do to pay the bills.
Being a thirty-something, it feels increasingly...strange? depressing? embarrassing? to admit that I still don't know what I want to do when I grow up. I'm slowly developing a better idea of what it is that I want to do but how to make it happen, or what steps I really need to take are still eluding me.
I've always been a little torn between being envious of, and being glad that I'm not, one of those people who has always known what they wanted to be or do. On the one hand, how great to have such a clear idea of your goal and the path you need to take to achieve it. On the other hand, how sad to know exactly which fork in the road to take. Where is the mystery in that?
Lately I've been reading and taking in anything I can get my hands on regarding the subject of finding an answer to the question of what to do with the rest of my life. Not that I think anyone else can give me the answer but I suppose I'm just looking for clues or some key phrase that is going to set off fireworks in my brain. The important thing, for me anyway, is that I at least am thinking about it and asking myself questions. I keep digging to get to the heart of the matter.
For those reasons, I am really looking forward to this and I'm hoping, hoping, hoping that it comes to Vancouver soon:
Finding Joe - Trailer V.7 from pat solomon on Vimeo.