I'm usually first in line to discuss my dreams with anyone who will listen but last night was one of those crazy, long strings of dreams/nightmares that I can remember if I try hard but it's exhausting to bother so I won't.
So, I woke up late and rolled out of bed looking like an electrocuted lion... And loved it!
I didn't bother to singe my hair stick-straight with a torture implement hot enough to compete with the sun. Lately I've been letting my wild hair do it's own thing. I hate/love that the less work I put into my hair, the more glamorous it looks.
Fast forward to me sitting at my desk finishing my honey-lemon green tea, because everything before that is a blur. A co-worker from another office is standing in front of me opening up about what I suddenly realize is a pretty intimate part of his life. He is telling me, very earnestly, that he is completely unhappy with his life. Start to finish: his job, his friends, where he lives, everything.
I try not to be taken aback by his random opening up session, to be honest I'm used to it. For some reason people feel they can talk to me. I have no clue why since I'm the most anti-social person I know...
Without being too cliched, I tell him that if he's bored with his job, find a new one; if he hates Columbia, move; if he can't stand his friends, ditch them. Life is what you make of it. Everything is what you truly want it to be. Even if a situation is horrible, I believe that how it effects a person is based on how that person perceives it.
While I'm attempting to give something that sounds like sage advice, I'm thinking that I cannot wait for school to start up again in Fall.
I love feeling like I'm chasing my dream even if I'm only sitting in a classroom...
"There is no spoon."
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