No day, but today.

Hours in the library and it’s one of the happiest times I spent here in Cambridge. Maybe because it’s Cambridge? Hmm.

Anyway, I was writing my Shakespeare essay that I’ve been putting it off for 2 weeks! When it comes to procrastination, I’m unbeatable. Ask my sister. She knows that I still have boxes in my room. Unpacked.

But when I sit and try to do something, focus and set my mind on completing it, I actually get work done. I haven’t been impressed with myself for a long time. A REALLY LONG TIME.

Anyway, back to my Shakespeare essay, I’m glad I’m half done and used my brain a little more today.

Across the street from where I live is the majestic Fitzwilliam Museum.

We had a class in there today and no, it’s not Shakespeare. I took another class called Art and Satire and am totally in love with it. I dare say, even more than Shakespeare. I had to fly 6500 miles here to discover that I’m not that into Shakespeare anymore. But I’ll hold that thought because I’m visiting Oxford and Stratford this Sunday and I might change my mind :p Downright fickle, me.

If I were still in uni (in Cambridge), I’d do another major in Art History. Why am I in love with subjects that literally help me make NO money? I have no idea why. It’s the arts, my dear. We don’t do it for the money, do we? And my teaching job in which I absolutely adore pays me measly buttons and heaps of dust bunnies. It’s the joy and satisfaction that the people whom I work with, gives me. 

If I ever tell my parents this, they’ll say in a very loving way, “Don’t be stupid. Nobody lives on happiness alone.” I know that to be very true but unfortunately, the things I love to do just gives me no money but makes me so happy. 

What the jolly heck. :) I hope you have found what you love to do the most. Confucius said something along these lines, “Choose a job that you love and you will never have to work a day in your life.” :) I’ll tell you, that’s sound advice.