10.14.04 For some reason I have the soundtrack to Grease in my head.
Selfish. That's the only way I can describe my thought patterns for the moment. I am really enjoying my life but feel like my "me" time has really been dwindling. I am on the verge of becoming extremely anti-social.
Having had the summer to myself, I was reminded how much I like hanging out on my own. I guess I am a bit of an extroverted introvert. I like attention when it's available but am pretty pleased to muddle away the hours on my own, lost in my world.
I miss reading for more then 10 mins a day. I miss going for long walks by myself or just sitting and thinking. It's hard to make that happen when you are 9 to 5-ing it. There is so much clutter that takes up the rest of your so-called "free" time - cleaning, cooking, socializing, organizing, planning, canoodling, and lately house hunting too.
The house hunt is probably what's pissing me off the most. It seems so futile. What an unproductive use of my time. I've tried channeling the positive vibes and visualizing what my (realistic) dream house will be like but the truth is, even if it's out there, we can't seem to afford it. I am trying my best to be patient but the real estate agents make my skin crawl (look at this mud room, it's a gardener's paradise!) and all I really want to do after work is a yoga class, cook a good meal and read a book.
(note to toronto's real estate agents - I have no aspirations of becoming a gardener or an f*n soccer mom either for that matter!)