hello again...

work has settled into an easy rhythm; waking up at the necessary time (sometimes of course lazing a little longer in bed), having breakfast with Oprah, the commute to town, and then getting ready to meet and greet all the wonderful (and not to miss out weird) people that we call shoppers.

it is, really, quite fun...

i guess i'm really blessed that the people that i work with every day (excluding the customers, that is) are nice, funny people that make the unavoidable lull between brisk hours pass by much faster..

every day i see so many people doing things that they'd rather not do. i can see how we all have to submit to that once in a while, but to do something you quite have no interest for for a living, and to immerse yourself in it every day of your life and then bemoan a meaningless, even painful existence...

somehow, although i know where i want to go and what i want to do, i worry sometimes that this may be a universal constant that few souls truly escape from.

why is it that we celebrate and laud the people who dare to make dreams come true, but so few of us step out to do what we really want to? maybe the world would really be a better place if we all dared to do what we really dream of doing.

i feel so childish asking questions like this..
not that i'm feeling bad, or down, or anything like that...

but sometimes, ranting at the world makes no difference but to make oneself feel better..