It is early spring and that means I temporarily live in a ghost town.
Ss we wait for tourist season to ramp up again in the summer, everything is quiet.
During this time, working at my bookstore may seem like a very boring job, but I'll tell you a secret.
I absolutely love to be bored.
It gives my mind so much space to reflect, to imagine and at times like today, think about how with each passing year I have less ambition to do something with my life and a greater desire to simply live it.
From childhood through school and university, I ate up the message that what we do for work and how much we can externally measure success reflects something significant about who we are.
Maybe it does, but I think perhaps the most significant part of who we are isn't something anyone but us can know.
It's not even something anyone else can see.
It's just there under the layers of all your external goals and comparison and competition and expectations, waiting to bloom, waiting for the right time, waiting for you.
When I was a child, I was always asked what was I going to be when I grew up.
