Snippets 7/8

All sorts of things have been burbling around my mind recently, little snippets I sometimes worry I'll lose unless I write them down. (In fact, this happens to me pretty much all the time, so I think I need to make this a regular thing...) Also, have this picture of a sunflower, because, well, why not?

This weeks' include:

Someone once told me that the key to keeping happy was not finding a way to accept what made you unhappy, but rather finding a hobby to let you escape every once in a while. I'm not sure if I believe it yet, but I think it sounds like a good idea nonetheless.

I've been thinking a lot about what makes a career. In this day and age (very unlike when my parents were growing up) careers can be wrought from passions, and don't necessarily need to come from a sense of duty. It makes me wonder if it's more scary to find your passion and know you can't have a career in it (like my parents), or flounder through life looking for a passion while in a career you don't feel anything for. I guess it's like that quote, "'Tis better to have loved and lost / Than never to have loved at all." Is it really better?

Though it feels like just yesterday that school got out for the summer, I'm facing the cold hard truth that it's actually been just shy of two months! Where does the time go? And does this mean I've got to go back soon? ;)

read recently something by someone who described California as a she. I don't know why, but it makes perfect sense to me, though I'd never really considered it before. Almost like when you meet someone you think you've known your whole life, but the odds of that are impossible.

Have you ever felt so strongly about something or someone but it just didn't make sense? And nothing you tried to do to reason yourself out of the feelings work? At all? (Is this part of growing up?)

As someone who likes to classify herself as a writer, it's always interesting going back through old "work" and seeing what I can improve on, and what I have improved on. Sometimes though, it feels like what I write only makes sense to me, and that gives me such great appreciation for published authors. It's amazing that so many writers have managed to make me feel like I connect with their work, and from what I feel all the time, it can't be easy!

Sometimes I wonder if my life would've been different if I'd taken up a hobby really early and been successful at it or studied the dictionary and gone to a spelling bee or founded a company at age 10. Would I feel burnt out early? Would I have felt like there was nothing else to accomplish?

I suppose that's it for this week... Everything jingling around up there is all out now!