I'm sitting in one of the cafeteria/cafe areas at the college. The food is mediocre at best. There aren't enough outlets for all the laptops, iPads, tablets, whatever that abound here. I may get knocked off the wi-fi in less than fifteen minutes. There are so many first world problems that I won't even get into them. Irritating, they are, like that one damned fly that just loves to visit when you need to focus. Damned fly.
It's been raining off and on. The sun is trying to break through the clouds.
I've got two knitting projects with me. A hat for a Ravelry friend with cancer (fuck cancer, as you all know) and a cardigan for me. I probably need to break one of them out. I will in a bit.
I should also start one of the two papers that are due in a couple weeks. I can't make myself care enough to do so. Instead I'm pondering the quirks of my beliefs.
One of the classes I'm taking this semester is Comparative Religions. I've always been fascinated by the subject. What makes this religion so different from another? How much do they have in common.
This lead me to look at my own beliefs. I freely admit that I'm a happy little pagan. I also knew that I had some Buddhist leanings, but until we read up on that, I didn't know how much. The phrase 'live simply, so others my simply live' comes to mind.
I'm still pagan with a goddess and all that happy horse shit. But I'm finding more about myself. This is always a good thing.