Bedtime: 3:14 a.m.
Waketime: 9:06 a.m.
Goals for the day: To not lose my shit, register for my writing class, figure it all out.
Well, I finally figured out how to make a good cup of coffee. At least I think I have. This might just be the best thing that happens today. We’ll see if I can duplicate this magic tomorrow.
Of course the coffee is not helping my jumpy stomach at all. Today was the day I was supposed to figure it all out, and decide what I want to do with my career. Last week when Christmas vacation started, Peabo told me to put the job woes on the shelf for a week. Because she is smart, I listened to her.
A week was up today, so I decided to dip my toe in the help-wanted waters. I promptly ran screaming back for the unemployment shores. It’s scary and cold out there.
But here’s the thing that I realized. I want to freelance. The only way I’ll chain myself back to a 9-5 desk is if I get a job with one of my co-workers. A few of them are exploring some exciting opportunities, and I’d totally jump at the chance to work with any of them again.
But if I have to go it alone, I want to go it my way.
It might not seem like it, but this is a huge decision. HUGE. Now I just have to figure out what all this means and how I go about making enough money to pay the mortgage.
Hooey. I’m exhausted already and I haven’t even left the La-Z-Grrl.