I do admit, snowstorms can be good for one thing: introspection.
I'm sitting here in my room with an empty glass of water that I am too lazy to fill up, listening to Pandora Radio - currently playing Andrew Bird.
I've been thinking a lot about a myriad of meaningless or meaningful subjects. Sex, making more money, weight loss, how annoying and anal my roommate is, the future, the past, silence, how life can be too silent at times, work, love, happiness.
You know, the stuff that makes you and I undoubtedly human and similar in many ways.
The one I guess overarching theme that has been apparent in all my random thoughts today has been the sense of uncertainty.
Strangely enough, the more structured my life becomes, the more worried I am about what lies ahead. It's slightly disturbing to realize that I might have become too complacent with the way things are.
I feel like I need to get out of my comfort zone somehow, reignite the passion for achieving great things that I know is within me. It's been too easy recently, to the point of ultimately being boring and dry.