Love, Work, and Happiness.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! So I haven't posted in a while, mostly because I haven't had much to post. Not much news of late. Or maybe I am just forgetting about it whenever I sit down at the computer... who knows.

I am going with one guy from my company to career days next week. That ought to be interesting. Not only will it be weird, I will also see my old boss from Morningstar possibly. And I never really properly sent them something after I left. So today I sent him a card in the mail, and I may email him in case he doesn't get it. I feel like honesty is such the best policy sometimes. I just said very nicely that I had been meaning to send something for a long time and it feels like I have only been home for a few weeks, and I've turned around and it's been months. And I mention that I might see them at Career Days, so they don't think later, oh THIS is why she sent something - I just tell them right up front. ;)

Eh. I'm not sure I really even care. I have been trying to learn to let things that really bothered me just slide off my back. I always felt like that comes with age, and I'm sick of getting really worked up about stuff and just worrying about it forever. So I am trying to shrug things off.

I may have been a little to successful, because I find myself wonder: well, if I don't care about that, what do I care about? What is the point of all this? If my job is just a job, then what is the real point of my life? What is the real point of my life at all?

I've never been one to wonder about what the meaning of life is. The meaning of life is to seek happiness and beauty and find it in whatever ways you can. But what ways are mine? What brand of happiness would I prefer? And just what exactly do I think will make me happy? Or maybe I should say, happier. Fullfilled. Satisfied. I think I know what these things are, but it's hard when they partially rest in the hands of others.