Do the fights ever stop or is this just me?
The global pandemic started a domino effect in mine and Tyler’s lives. Besides the cosmetic part of our life of cancelling trips to the Caribbean and Spain and Hawaii will probably be the next to go. The pandemic sorta put a hold on all 2020 plans, for everyone.
I’ve been sitting on my sofa with a want to write, a want to further myself but at the same time my fingers fail to procure the words I’m thinking and a nap seems like the better option with every passing second.
Yesterday, after the whole laying off business, was probably the longest day of my life. It was the first day I didn’t have a plan or at least an idea of what I was going to do. And no one to do anything with.
Life is so weird being unemployed.
I understand why I was laid off. I understand that without events going on we are bringing in no money. But why do I still have this bitter taste in my mouth?
There is SOOOOOO much to experience that the normal work life we’ve all come to know and hate don’t allow for – at least not in the U.S.
I’m growing into the person that my parents say I’m meant to be. I’m having my very own renaissance.
My mom brought me on awesome hikes growing up and my dad took me to the FDR Park to go on runs but they couldn’t give me that local state of mind, those areas that are overrun with teenagers escaping their parents grasp and drinking shitty beer. I never did that.
How can we be committed to our work if it is the sole reason we’re not out at the beach playing volleyball?