It's hard to believe summer is on its last legs. It went by so quickly, I didn’t do half of the stuff I had lined up. I wanted to read Charlotte Brontë this summer. Yeah, I know…exciting. I never read any of her work so I figured I delve into with the start of the warm weather. I can’t say I actually did anything of great importance that stopped me from reading. I truly don’t know what I did this summer besides work and sleep with a splash of paying bills.
What a life! Work. Sleep. Bills. There has to be more to life. I’m searching and searching for my place in this world, in my community. Sometimes I have this feeling of self-absorption. Constantly feeling and thinking about my life, my needs, my desires. It makes me want to scream. I want my life to be more, mean more. Now I’m not about to hop a plane to Latin American or Mongolia or some other far off country to build wells and buildings. In true honesty, I always had issues with people who do that and their home is in shambles. There are areas here locally and nationally in need. Yet, where does one begin? I know I need to do something with my life. I feel the need in my bones, daily. I know there is more to me than work, sleep, and paying bills. I want more...
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