At this point in my life, I'm a little impatient. I've actually been this way for the last year or so. Which is funny because my uncle visited me today and I told him about my life at the moment and realized I have it pretty good. I have great roommates, I have money to buy the things I need, I cooked my own dinner, I ate cookie dough with my roommates and watched them roast marshmallows over the stove. But I'm still tired and impatient, and sometimes just upset for no good reason. I'm tired of filling out applications for future plans, I'm tired of going to class, I'm tired of not being where I thought I'd be. I just want it all now (very "I want an Oompa Loompa now Daddy!" I know). Let me just be clear; I love my life, I just go through moments of impatience. Moments when I'm sitting on the couch thinking about how much I don't want to read about post-colonialism, and how much I wish I was wandering around in some foreign country instead. Moments when I don't want to be sitting in class, I want to be graduated with a degree doing something that matters. Something that makes the world better. Moments when I'm reading cute blogs of people with cute kids and I think about how much fun that looks. Don't get me wrong, I know being a parent is hard, I'm not that naive. I also know the good times outweigh the bad. And kids are cute.
On days like these, you just need to do the little things that make you happy, and keep going with the things that need to be done.
Life is great, but sometimes I'm impatient. And today is one of those days.
I'm going to go read about post-colonialism.
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