Santa Monica (Everclear)

Having acquired a snowboard on Sunday I have been itching for enough snow to try it out. Oddly enough the Alaskan winter has been slow in coming this year, the snow melting off pretty rapidly and leaving behind only thin half layers with yellowed grass poking out. Only the mornings and late nights seem to be dangerous, and those mostly because of the multitude reckless drivers late for work. The more time I have on my hands, the more I seem to spend shopping "for Christmas". My intentions are good, I assure you, but once I begin to look around the stores I find increasing amounts of items that I must have. So far there doesn't really seem to be a limit to what I might end up returning home with, from a T-shirt to a set of ratchet straps. I spend my mornings caring for my current nanny child, a twelve week old baby who spends most of the time sleeping. Being honest there is almost no easier job than taking care of a three month old. I get up at six (yes, A.M.) and am done by about three. I am fed by the family I sit for, and spend half the time reading or on Netflix while the baby naps... Basically I have the best job on the planet for my age. As time goes on I begin to realize more and more that life is exactly what I want from it. For a person who is able bodied and minded, all it takes is direction and determination. I'm still deciding exactly where I want to go with my time myself. The kind of job I have is almost inconsequential so long as I'm not performing heavy labor and provided I'm making good money. The more important thing to me is being able to do the things I want to. I have endless travel and experience ambitions that basically add up to the hope that wherever I am, whoever I'm with I will do my best to try everything that I can. I've heard it called Wanderlust, and I've been mistaken for being discontent; but that isn't really where it stems from, I feel. It isn't that I'm unhappy with where I am, it's that I am incredibly in love with the world and its gems. There is a wild excitement in my soul, a deep pleasure that I draw from seeing the world, observing individuals in their accomplishments, their relationships, their reactions to life's situations. I agree with the line of thought that says you never really know a person until you see how they react in the situations of life, especially those where they are tested by a difficult situation. One of the most important things to me is making sure that I am the type of person who handles the best and worst of life with grace. The wilderness in my soul is nurtured by ideas of hiking and camping, backpacking, road trips, boarding and surfing, and seeing new countries. It's empowered by learning. I've gotten two flat tires in as many months and  (other than the obvious fact that I need a new set of tires) I've enjoyed the empowerment of having the ability to handle the situation myself when it arises. Further, I feel empowered by the idea that I am employed in a job that pays well enough that I can do anything that I am willing to set my mind to and save for. Along with that is the strength I draw from knowing that I have and do continue to put in the time at school for my degree. I've considered so many options ranging from occupational therapy to financial managing, and I still seem to be clueless as to what my true calling is. Maybe there is no occupational "true calling" for me because my heart really isn't in the work itself. Certainly I'm an excellent employee, but I work as a means to the things I want and maybe there really is no occupation that I will "love". Perhaps the solution is to find something tolerable and profitable to fund my wanderlust. My current aims are in business.  I still believe that I contain all the necessary skills to become an invaluable employee, the trouble is simply getting in. I'll get there. At the moment I'm feeling extremely confident about my future. I have a tendency to come out of things on the fortunate end, and for that, I thank God. Look out world, here I come.