Random thoughts

Okay, here is the official public announcement: as of July 1st, I will no longer be a Realtor. That's right folk, I quit. 10 years, bye, bye. Done and done. Can't wait. You may be wanting to ask me what I'm going to do now? Don't! Nothing much. Summer of Liz. After that? I don't know. My skills may be wasted, who knows. Do I have some grand career plan? Nope, never have. Did you? Are you now in life where you thought you'd be ten years ago? How realistic were those dreams anyway?

So I am of course feeling tremendous guilt by this big decision, and perhaps that is part of my wanting to reply nastily when people ask me what I'm going to do now. Maybe I'll discover some fantastic occupation that I was destined to succeed in, perhaps I'll become an expert on soap operas or maybe I'll take up World of Warcraft. The fact of the matter is that the most important person in my world totally supports this change, and I can't wait until Canada Day.

So Facebook eh? I think Halia (the pooch) may have a profile on it. I won't go any further than I already have, as I see myself easily hooked. It is a little bit (or byte?) of superficial crap is it not? How many friends do I have? How many people have thrown food at me? Is this the ultimate example of people living in cyberspace often because they are disconnected from the real world? Is it just another form of entertainment? Is it better to communicate with someone via email, then sitting watching TV, detached? I do see connecting with old friends or family separated by distance or time... however, I'll be honest, my goal in lurking was to see who was friends with whom, and what stupid quotes they say they live by, books they read, tv shows, etc. Not good intentions, but then again - who am I to judge? (except I know some of them, and I know they live in Dreamtown) I blog therefore I am. Whatever.

Oh, I'm in a fairly nasty mood. Let's see why... I have a great husband, family, friends, house, dog, life, possessions... why the mood?