Today I feel particularly restless. I don't know why, it could be that I haven't had my coffee, I might have gas, or it might be something entirely different. I have that sort of everywhere-yet-nowhere mentality and in a way it feels reckless... right now my life is almost good. Let me expand:
I have almost reached my goals with school, but I am still just short of reaching them.
My new friends are almost very close, but they are still just short of the kind of intimacy that close friends share.
The semester is almost over, but it is definitely not done yet.
I am almost happy with my physical condition, however I am still not happy with it.
It is almost time for me to go home for the first time since coming to Boston, but it is not time yet.
It's like there are so many places that need catching up, I don't know where to start, what to prioritize, and most importantly I don't know what to do.
I've been trying to incorporate prayer into my daily schedule as a means of retaining perspective and some element of inner peace, though so far I've been failing miserably. I mean, I pray every day but here I am, restless as ever and totally unaware of the big picture right now. Maybe I should start writing in a journal again. I'd been feeling for a long time that I should update my blog, but given its public nature I haven't really been able to figure out what I would write that wouldn't disclose too many of my thoughts for comfort. It might be nice to have some outlet of expression that is mine and just for me. I've also had a somewhat artistic inclination recently - I want to do something artsy but I don't know what. The most feasible option is a sketch, but what the hell am I supposed to sketch? I guess the inspiration will come to me at some point. I'm impatient, I want this restlessness to be over. Ugh.
I have almost reached my goals with school, but I am still just short of reaching them.
My new friends are almost very close, but they are still just short of the kind of intimacy that close friends share.
The semester is almost over, but it is definitely not done yet.
I am almost happy with my physical condition, however I am still not happy with it.
It is almost time for me to go home for the first time since coming to Boston, but it is not time yet.
It's like there are so many places that need catching up, I don't know where to start, what to prioritize, and most importantly I don't know what to do.
I've been trying to incorporate prayer into my daily schedule as a means of retaining perspective and some element of inner peace, though so far I've been failing miserably. I mean, I pray every day but here I am, restless as ever and totally unaware of the big picture right now. Maybe I should start writing in a journal again. I'd been feeling for a long time that I should update my blog, but given its public nature I haven't really been able to figure out what I would write that wouldn't disclose too many of my thoughts for comfort. It might be nice to have some outlet of expression that is mine and just for me. I've also had a somewhat artistic inclination recently - I want to do something artsy but I don't know what. The most feasible option is a sketch, but what the hell am I supposed to sketch? I guess the inspiration will come to me at some point. I'm impatient, I want this restlessness to be over. Ugh.
