It would be easier to blog if I had a topic…

15Feb11

I know this. But part of my problem with life right now is I can’t decide what I’m really interested in. I find a lot of things interesting. Too many things. And most of them I find ridiculously interesting, but when it comes down to it, I don’t find them interesting enough.

For instance, for a week I listened to one CD endlessly. It was a CD that a couple of friends and I recorded on a laptop one summer after college. My friend Leigh is an amazing songwriter and lyricist, and I felt obsessed with it for a week, and now I probably won’t pick it up for at least a few months.

I read all the news stories I could over Egypt and now, well, the main part is done with and I feel kind of over it.

Josh and I watched almost all the episode of The Office Seasons 1 -6. But we finished them.

Maybe it’s wrong of me to assume that I exist on this earth to really do one thing spectacularly. I have been searching for this one thing for awhile now, and it’s apparently really hard to find. Can I be happy with myself if I’m always simply doing many things well? Should I be happy with that?

Here’s a picture that makes me really miss New York…

There are other things that I really miss about New York. I miss the way New York made you feel good about being who you are. I miss the high expectations. I miss the personality vibrance that you find in New York. I miss the ambition.

Maybe it’s just my overly ambitious, fun-loving, inspiring friends that I miss…