Failed attempt to sleep in.
Lovely morning service..
DAM- 7th floor of the north annex for the first time. Really like the photography of one Robert Benjamin of Boulder.
Watch snow fall on the capital from a stairwell window:
Grocery shopping.
Put together dinner and eat with Em.
Make bread and monkey bread (tastes good, but I don't like the texture; however, wasn't following a recipe so can't complain too much).
Clean up the kitchen.
Start a pedicure.
Eat warm monkey bread and have a glass of cold milk to compliment.
Waste time online.
Time for bed.
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I like big life changes... especially ones that involve relocating to new places. It's something of an addiction. Whenever I move someplace new it's an opportunity to look at whether or not my internal and external priorities match (inner loves matching outer actions). Aside from the requirements of a new job, there aren't usually any social demands put on you when you go somewhere new. In Korea, there were scarcely even any behavioral demands, either (I was already foreign and there were no limits to how "foreign" I could be). I get to decide anew what type of community, entertainment, disciplines, interests, etc., etc... I want to feed me/my life and who I'm becoming. It's an impetus for re-examining the way I live and making fresh choices. It's a process that feels very sane and very healthy. It keeps me growing. However, moving can also mean loneliness, uprooting from community, having a very sporadic resume, having lots of long distance friendships.... . By the way, I'm not planning on moving again anytime soon. I am feeling the itch for that kind of re-set though...I just need to find a different way of accomplishing it.
