We wander aimlessly. Sometimes I wonder how much of life is planned out and how much we allow to just happen to us. Are we really conscious of the decisions we make on a daily basis? The drive home, the dinner routine, unwinding... If you're thinking that doing more things than most makes you somewhat different, you're probably wrong. I'll bet that if you were honest with yourself you'd find that you were in a "groove" of some sorts too. Not good, not bad - just a groove.
It may not be a bad thing. Maybe, its just something to note and file away for future reference. Of course I think the catalyst for this type of thought process is wondering where my job fits into my life. I know that I only work for money. I believe that my true life begins when the tendrils of work fall away, the cracks and crevices in between each work day... Is my job fulfilling? Not really. Is my job making a difference? Probably not. Should it? I don't know. As I sit here wondering what my next "career move" will be, I wonder... What
should it be? Should I let my next job happen to me the way I let college happen to me, the way I let my first marriage happen to me?
Maybe I should make an effort to change the next one. Maybe this time it should be a conscious choice. This is just an idea I'm entertaining...
Is life just happening to you?