The Museum of Four in the Morning

Hello, readers!

I had to come on here and post a little blurb explaining where I've been, as I started this blog as a means of adventuring outside of the rigors of deadlines, schedules, and the pressures of daily life..And only a few months in, I'm already a ghost on my own page.

I'm a little disappointed to admit that school (my last semester!) is taking up so much time and effort these past few months that I haven't had much time to post. Nonetheless, I'm enjoying it immensely...I'm working on some awesome projects, and I just started a new job that's helped me re-focus my purpose and direction in life...So on that front, things are going well.

I've also been watching a lot of Ted Talks. Some are great, some are a little less inspiring or innovative or entertaining. But this is one of those stories that I hope I never forget. Maybe it's because everyone can relate to this guy's quest to some degree. Maybe it's because I, too, share a strange obsession with a particular time that I can't quite explain. And maybe that's something I should delve into a little deeper.

I hope to post more once the chaos of the semester ends, but in the meantime, I leave you with this unexpected gem of a story. Do you ever find yourself inexplicably woven into a puzzle like the one he describes, that you can't quite comprehend? Everyone is searching for meaning in their lives. Here's wishing that you find it, and maybe, unravel just a little bit of life's wonderful, maddening mysteries.



-xoxo