A Malcontent at Heart

We’ve been home for a week now, and I’ve been grouchy. Seattle is dark, vacation is over, and I’m not sure what my next move should be. I’m still thinking about work – it would help me get the structure I crave, and the social interaction I’m not so good at initiating on my own. This makes for boring reading, but it’s all I’ve got at the moment.

Decision making is tough for me – not one of my leadership strengths. Generally, I just want the decision to be made, so I can move on, and focus on its aftermath. When I went to college, I wanted my dad to tell me at which school I would be happiest. I know this sounds stupid, especially for a seventeen year old who wanted nothing more than to go somewhere far away, and explore, but true story. Decision making is something that happens to me (an appropriate use of passive-tense in the english language), and valuable lessons are typically learned (…or not?). Something I’m still learning: I probably don’t like making decisions because at heart I’m a malcontent, chronically wishing to be on the other side of the fence. I don’t feel that way about the really big things…like my husband, or insert major life decision here, just the medium sized things that will inherently have their own set of issues regardless of how the chips fall.

Maybe another picture of Boo will make everyone feel better. It usually helps me.

Boo and me outside Minard Castle


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