Sometimes life feels so hard.
But is it really?
Or is it just our attitude about it?
Our purpose?
I keep telling myself that work isn't my life, that I don't want to go through life working just to pay bills. And yet that pretty much sums things up lately.
I'm on vacation, taking my days a little here, a little there, to spread it out. But I'm sitting here, bored. Well, not totally bored, I've been binge-watching OITNB -- but when it comes down to it, I'm immersed in another's life. It's that way when I read a book, too. Someone else is living life, and I'm on the fringe.
A quote from the series OITNB: "I tell lies and I get in trouble. I tell truths and I get in trouble." Do we all feel that way sometimes? I know I did growing up. I think my own take on that as I've gotten older is just don't tell unless asked. And then always tell the truth, trouble or not, because it's easier to remember.
I've kept myself busy painting this weekend, the vanity in my bathroom is getting a new coat of paint, as well as the french doors to the back yard. The outside hasn't ever been painted, so it's having trouble sticking. But that's ok, three coats of paint is a good thing, will last a while. Isn't it funny? I've been in my house for five years, and I'm already knowing that I'll have to paint again soon. Yuck. It's a process.
iHeart Radio on the TV as I sit here, blogging before the rest of the storm is due to hit. I can hear the rumblings of the winds, with any luck we will get a good rain as well. *crossing my fingers*
That's all the random-ness for now.
Happy Weekend!
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