For the third day in a row, I've opened my blog with the intention of posting, but find that I have nothing to say that is of note. I'm past tired, so there are a million philosophical thoughts rolling around in my head, but most I fear, would lead me down a very personal path. I would be tempted to discuss the inner most workings of my mind; things that we know aren't safe for the page. I'd have to fight the urge to discuss the meaning of happiness and how it plays such random roles in my life. Or why the sky is never quite the color one expects on the horizon.
Instead, I'll force myself to stick to the boring topics. Another work week has passed. Another weekend to come, filled with dinners out and movies watched. Nothing will be accomplished that really matters, no changing the world for me. Just 2 days spent in simple pursuits and then back to the office.
Perhaps tonight I'll fall asleep to the ideas of what I would do if I didn't have to go back to my desk on Monday. If suddenly the only thing on my agenda was fulfilling my desires. What would I do if I could really follow my dreams. Do I even remember what they are? I'll have to dig deep, but I bet they are still there, covered with mothballs.
Drink in a pub in Dublin
Perfect my French
Study Cultural Anthropology
Take Dancing lessons -Ballroom, Latin, Swing...all of it.
Watch every film on all of "AFI's Top 100" lists
Learn to Roman Ride - crazy, but I've wanted to do it since I was 5
I think those dreams will keep me busy for a while. What are yours?
Instead, I'll force myself to stick to the boring topics. Another work week has passed. Another weekend to come, filled with dinners out and movies watched. Nothing will be accomplished that really matters, no changing the world for me. Just 2 days spent in simple pursuits and then back to the office.
Perhaps tonight I'll fall asleep to the ideas of what I would do if I didn't have to go back to my desk on Monday. If suddenly the only thing on my agenda was fulfilling my desires. What would I do if I could really follow my dreams. Do I even remember what they are? I'll have to dig deep, but I bet they are still there, covered with mothballs.
Drink in a pub in Dublin
Perfect my French
Study Cultural Anthropology
Take Dancing lessons -Ballroom, Latin, Swing...all of it.
Watch every film on all of "AFI's Top 100" lists
Learn to Roman Ride - crazy, but I've wanted to do it since I was 5
I think those dreams will keep me busy for a while. What are yours?
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