- 8th
- December
- 2011
Since I quit my job…
- I went on a two week vacation to Florida.
- Almost broke up with my boyfriend twice.
- Found a solid roommate. She’s a librarian.
- Watched every season of Battlestar Galactica (cried a little at the end).
- Joined a gym.
- Decided I wanted to run a marathon… someday.
- Visited my folks. (Haven’t been home in two years.)
- Cleaned out my room from my parents’ house. (Realized I was awesome as a teenager.)
- Baked a pie.
- Had Thanksgiving dinner at my boyfriend’s house.
- Survived Thanksgiving dinner.
- Now applying to grad school.
- Decided I no longer wanted to go to grad school… still applying anyways.
- Realized there are times I wear my PJs days in a row…
- Decided I want to try NoPoo-ing (no shampooing, yeah it’s a hippie thing) since I never leave the apartment anyways.
Unemployment (or self enrichment) can be a dangerous spiral. There are days where I lay in bed for hours wondering what the hell I am doing with my youth, and every day feels the same in an endless blur of PJs and Netflix. Then other days I feel good about my choices, eating better, staying fit, making shit, doing things, and having enough energy to actually enjoy being awake. I realize there is no way around it. It’ll be an up and down road until the next thing comes along.
This is no vacation though. I am constantly stressed out, and worried that I am wasting my days doing nothing and gaining nothing (especially money). Money is really tight, but I don’t need to worry about finances until June (thanks for saving, Past Me), and by then, Future Me, you better figure some stuff out and have you shit together.
There is one thing that I do not regret, and that is quitting my job. I will never regret that.
