The Next Small Thing

I’m always looking for the next big thing. Not sure what that means, but in this case it means I’m going back to Ireland. Yep, for spring break again. I’m going with my friend RB and we’re going to have the time of our life because we’re not scheduling A THING.
I realize I haven’t written in a long time and it’s not because nothing exciting has happened, it’s because I’ve been busy living my life. I refound my love of reading this year. Right now I’m reading a sexually and politically intense book set in Istanbul by Orphan Pamuk. And right around Christmas time I finally finished Pride and Prejudice.
In the wake of the earthquake in Haiti, I found myself eating lunch at work opening mail from all over the world, thinking to myself “What am I doing here?” There are people in Haiti that need help and I am just sitting here! I felt invigoratingly guilty as I had to keep myself from almost vomiting at the thought. How could a thought make me feel the need to throw up? I didn’t have an answer to that last Tuesday but I do now.
I’m doing what I need to do here in Pittsburgh. I’m a student, studying to be an engineer. That’s what I’m doing for the world right now. The most I can do is be the best Gracie I can be, and that’s what I intend to do this semester. I’m not bored with my life so what is this next big thing concept? There is no next big thing. What I need to do is to be right here, practice living my life in the present, and to really enjoy it.
Because something’s going to happen one day, and being ill-prepared births the best experiences.
Until then, 77 days until the first pitch.