So I know it’s been a while since I last posted (for shame, me, for shame), but work had pretty much taken over my life. I wouldn’t have minded so much, if I actually enjoyed my job. But truthfully, I didn’t, and I hadn’t for a really long time. I was desperately trying to figure out something else for myself.
I have never known a more soul-sucking, heart-wrenching, mind-decaying place as my work place. It sucked the life out of me every day, and I dreaded having to return there every day. So I’d decided I’d had enough. It was a rash decision, something I wouldn’t normally do, but a girl can only be pushed around for so long. So now here I am, feeling like I’ve hit rock bottom, and I’ve realised that there’s only up to go from here (cue corny music).
I’m turning my life around. I’m determined. I’m going to find a new job and this time it’s going to be a job I love, that doesn’t drive me mentally insane. I’m going to start by looking at writing jobs. My utmost goal in life is still to become a writer after all, and maybe this is the universe’s way of telling me that it’s really time to start struggling towards that goal. Gotta start somewhere, right?
Now, more than ever, I wonder where I’ll be at this time next year. I’ll remain with my fingers ever crossed and my hopes not quite dashed. In the meantime, I’ll try to keep this blog updated more often. Hold with me guys – it’s a crazy time to be alive.