Contentment...
Walking down to the library to study; something that I haven’t done for years, carrying my backpack; heavier than it’s been in years, I realized I was smiling. The realization surprised me. Why were my lips curled up in this smug display of contentment when all I had to look forward to was more work and a more stressful schedule than I’ve had in…well…years? Since there isn’t much else going in my life other than work the answer was pretty obvious; I am deriving some kind of satisfaction from my current life style. It isn’t from the work itself, because I am by no means a workaholic. The contentment comes from the people that I’m working with. I realize I look forward to meeting them, while the idea of being alone in my room is becoming ever more distasteful. The extrovert in me is finally emerging from the cocoon of my insecurities, after being trapped in it for ages.