Since I moved to Toronto, I’ve been plagued with this feeling of ‘what next?’ As in, what am I going to do with my life when I inevitably ‘grow up’. I moved to the city with the intent of getting a serving job ‘for now’ and to keep looking for a ‘real job’. Sorry for all the ‘quotes’, but I promise, I have a point. Who needs a REAL JOB that they hate? I know I’m not built to sit in an office all day, but I also know I have a university education that isn’t being used. However, I don’t want to be a sociologist or a psychologist.
I started at a new restaurant recently, and I’ve never been happier (or more financially sound). So why this pressure to do more? I know the pressure comes from all around me. Parents, friends, society, etc tell me that I can’t be a waitress forever, and I understand that, but for now? For a while? I’m loving it. And getting experience in the hospitality industry can’t be a bad thing, especially now that I’m starting to learn some management duties. Maybe I’ll have my own restaurant or hotel one day…
I think I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that I can choose what I want to do, and if this is it, and this makes me happy, my degree shouldn’t stare me in the face and point its non-existent metaphorical finger. Listen, degree, I just don’t want to use you, okay?
Anyway, I digress. I was just having this moment of needing to write all of this out. I feel better.
Hey all! I’ve made a pact with myself to actually POST things on here. So here goes. A lil’ book review to get me started.
I finished Fifty Shades of Grey last night (one of those can’t-put-it-down, up til 2 am, eyes closing on me). I started it yesterday. I suppose I could have savoured it (much) more, but once I get in ‘reading mode’, it’s over. After hearing what a lot of critics and friends have said, I have to say… I enjoyed it. Not simply because I’m single with a very creative imagination, and I enjoyed her descriptions of Christian and his - ahem - prowess, but because I really fell into the story. Her descriptive writing style really puts you inside Ana’s heart and in her mind. I can definitely relate with some of the feelings she went through; E.L. James did a fantastic job leading us through the early phases of infatuation, lust and overwhelming emotion that comes with a woman’s first, well, everything.
I did NOT enjoy the ending. I won’t ruin it for anyone who thinks they might read it, but I’m definitely looking forward to the next book. I’m hoping James can keep my interest piqued for 3 books. With subject matter like this, I’m sure she has enough material to go on for years.
Well, that’s all the inspiration I have for today. It’s so dreary. Perfect day for movies and sweats!
Until next time!