So, it has been a month since I have written anything. The last two weeks has been laziness and the entire month of July and part of August was because of lack of computer or reliable access to internet service. But it feels good to be writing and today I want to write about breaks. Not the kind of breaks like something got destroyed in a physical sense, but break in the way of...well, taking a pause in something.
One thing that I have discovered about summer vacations is that they are not the same, for me, as they used to be, when I was a child. It used to be fun, getting out of school and just playing all time and not having
It is in the doing of something that we enjoy or a goal that we wish to pursue that gives us meaning. It could be anything like being a parent, working a good job, being a better partner or person. It could be traveling or bettering yourself through some type of education (ie. taking a class in pottery). Whatever that "thing" is, the happiest, most fulfilled and successful people I know found it. I want to ultimately find mine.
Until then, school will suit me juuuuust fine.