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 not religious but I feel like I look at and hold my copy of the Atlas Obscura the way religious people look at the bible.
I’m growing into the person that my parents say I’m meant to be. I’m having my very own renaissance.
I’m coming at you from 39,908 feet above Atlantic City and a child kicking the back of my seat. I’m flying from Hartford, CT to Orlando FL – and I’m even wearing my Mickey Mouse mask and USF hoodie just in case people didn’t realize I’m from Florida!
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?
I can’t tell if I feel so weird from my age, 24, an age where I feel like I should start feeling like an adult and understand what a 401K is, or the fact that the world is kinda in shambles.