Meaning of life — Life as we know it and the pursuit of happiness

Ever since I last wrote, I’ve had every intention of writing more frequently. I started a laundry list of interesting topics of the day. Or just random thoughts I had in the moment that felt worthy of my next blog entry. But of course, the operative word being intention, I never got to them. My writing topic list got longer and longer and frankly, I’ll have to salvage it from my laundry list of notes…

Anyway, so my husband gave me time away from kids to work on some interview homework I have been procrastinating on. And so on a Saturday morning (yes, I am aware it is not a weekday), while my family is out having fun somewhere– albeit messy, loud, mind-losing fun, I am sitting at a CB trying to get started. My BPC has not kicked in and so while I wait, I thought, aha! perfect time for my blog. And of course, I’m having writer’s block and can’t think of a specific topic to write about. It’s probably because I’m just waiting for the BPC to hit my brain capsules so they can start releasing and firing off brain energies to my case study. My brain isn’t functioning properly that I’m making up random word connections… hey, if it makes sense, then we’re good, right?

Just planning on writing freely today. Whenever I listen to classical music while writing, I get pretty somber. It may also be because the grandma ladies behind me are talking about how they’ll survive life once their husbands die– how they don’t even know all their estate planning things… uh, great Saturday morning…