Christmas eve.
Just finished writing three cover letters for summer employment. I let my mind have the inability to not focus on certain tasks at hand, meaning I am constantly trying to see what job opportunities are out there. As the money in my bank account dwindles I am reminded that I need to get my butt into gear. I need to get a job.
Peace. This is something that is not currently in my life. Instead I find myself searching. Searching out opportunities, searching out ideas, searching out options. I am not currently at a point where I sit still, and am full of peace.
I reflect, too much probably, on the farm. Many afternoons I sat in the lounge after a day of work and was seemingly full of peace. Calmness.
The holidays are good. Seeing friends, seeing family, being reminded that snow is not actually all evil, is good. Snow. Oh snow. When it falls I am not the kind of person saying, "Oh how beautiful". No, I'm the kind of person saying, "What a cruel joke". But this morning (well lunchtime really, holidays are making my sleep cycle pathetic) I was walking down the hill to let the chickens out of their coop, and looking across the fields and forests saw a beautiful sky, with beautiful scenery, and most of all, beautiful snow.
Life is not meant to be lived in a rush. I am living here now. And here, there are good things. There, there are also good things too. Eventually I won't be here, I'll be there, where-ever there is, and there will still be good. I must not let myself forget that.
