The festive spirit.

With every passing year, I feel as though the Christmas spirit exhausts me. Sure, it's wonderful to be home from Uni surrounded by all my family and friends, reading Kerouac's "On the Road" for the 100th time (realizing this year that my copy is breaking apart)  and just eating everything for what feels like the majority of December but I get lazy.

The thing is when I get lazy I don't do so in the casual way. I'm either forever busy and rushing around in life or not doing anything productive. Sadly mid-December through mid-January is the latter. I should be writing out my internship statements for the summer and so far 10 days have past since I got home and I haven't started any of them with the deadline looming just around the corner. I cannot focus without the hustle, bustle and stress of University and work.

I do feel blessed however to be surrounded by so many wonderful people right now, that I shall focus on that...and hopefully get my internship applications done before the deadline. I wish everyone at Christmas could feel loved, happy and completely accepted as I do surrounded by my favourites.

Passion reignited.

Recently I finished reading "Surely you're joking, Mr. Feynman". It was such a fantastic read, one of those books that you truly don't want to finish because you already know that you'll miss it as soon as you do. It made me realise some things though. I was once passionately curious with regards to Maths and Science and I wanted to go into research for those reasons. Recently I've been somewhat stumped when it comes to decisions with regards to my future. In the book Feynman's quirks and bizarre stories brought out his love for the subjects he studied (as well as for everything he did).

It made me realise that I got lost somewhere, caught up in excelling within fields due to the pressure of people in my surroundings (cousins, family friends etc. etc.). Right now I know what I want to do, hopefully I won't worry about that kinda mess again. After all, it's not worth it.