I’ve resigned from my job for next year, which means that in four months I will be treading water in the middle of nowhere. The few jobs and leads that I’ve gone for have panned out to a big fat nothing. I have no clue what my next step should even be. So, most likely, in four months I will yet again be unemployed and homeless and aimless.
I wish that I was the type of person who took uncertainty like that and sprung into action, felt inspired to try new routes, and got shit done. Instead, I’m the type of person to sit around and complain on my blog about my precarious situation. I spend more time watching old tv shows than even pretending there is hope for me. Which is silly. I still have four months. I’m not dead yet.
But alas… the tv shows… they call….