I am between jobs at the moment, and I’m finding myself feeling very weirdly “out of sorts”. I should be happy. For one of the first times in my life, I can afford to take a little time and figure out exactly what I want to do. But I’m having a hard time feeling inspired. When I think of working a Monday through Friday type of job (typical 8 am to 5 pm), I literally feel like part of my soul is dying. I am so so so so (can I say again?) SO sick of that schedule. It’s always the same; dreading Mondays, wishing for Fridays, to me just pure drudgery. Unfortunately, when I see a job that I’m qualified for, or that pays what I’d like to make, it almost always falls into this category.
I’ve honestly enjoyed jobs I’ve had in retail, in the past, that had more flexible schedules. I’ve never minded working nights or weekends, and I liked having days off during the week when it seemed like everybody else was working. It just seems to be hard to find a good one of these types of jobs. If I lived in a bigger city, maybe it would be possible, but around here…not so much.
Then I think, Wow, I finally have time to do some writing! but can’t think of anything to write about or anything important to say: hence this silly piece. Autumn has begun and it’s still sweltering hot outside. I live in Central time and it gets dark way too early. I’m thinking of changing from being a night owl to an early bird; just to change things up a bit. I could go on walks in the morning instead of in the evening. It’s starting to get too scary because it gets dark too early. I’m not scared of the dark, far from it – the darkness is my friend! It’s some of the people out there that give me the creeps! Daylight would help.
That’s about all I can think of to say right now. I will go do yoga and try to figure out what to do with the rest of my life….
To Be Continued.