Dragging along

It's like I'm stringing this blog along. It's a good friend that wants to be more than friends, but honestly I don't have the time for it, and really I just like the attention that I get from the other blogs when I write on this blog and oh, my lord, my writing life has turned into that of a sorority girl...

This can accurately describe my feelings toward this blog right now.

Working full time will do that to you. It's an odd situation of mine because I haven't fully moved to my new home and residence and weekly I'm commuting to and fro--draining me of any time or excess money. This, thankfully is my last week.
Then I'll be full time on just ONE job.  For the first time in a long time.
 I'll be a construction worker, in the shortest sense of the meaning. The longer version is that I work on a crew retrofitting houses to be more energy efficient through BPI-approved techniques.

That sounds so much more...adult.

But then my boss will ask me "What are your goals" and, like a sad sad reminder slapped in my face, I realize this is not the end-goal for me and I still need to figure out my life.

I'm not eloquent. Fortunately this man is. And for that reason I leave you with his thoughts translating my babbling.

"One of the traps of adolescence is the sort of paranoid resentment that somehow you’re never going to match up, and that everybody else’s life is going to be better and finer and fuller, and everyone else attended some secret lesson in which how to live was taught, and you had a dental appointment that day or you were somehow not invited."
 

- Stephen Fry