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 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!