Work is okay but it's hard to find meaning. I wonder if I am suited for this type of work or if it's too idealistic for me. When did that happen? Today marks 7 years since I moved back to Ontario. Where did 7 years go? Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to show for it...but that couldn't be more wrong.
The book I'm reading, Where'd You Go Bernadette, is finally getting interesting and I wish I was reading it instead of sitting at a computer. But since I'm stuck at a computer I'm taking a time out to do something I like (write). I'm working hard to keep my head up and find balance. That's the problem with having few responsibilities and endless options, I think. Hardly a problem at all if you think about it.
I set a goal of reading 12 books this year. I'm on the 11th one. You know what, 2016 hasn't been a banner year but I've done better at working toward my personal goals than I have in a long time.