Okay, so that last post felt good pouring out of my fingers. It was like telling my best friend the start to finish of it. Just letting it all out there.
I feel better.
So today, I took the day off. Yeah, you heard me. I quit my job last week, and today, I took the day off. I took it off from job hunting and worrying about working in general. I think I deserved it after all this time. I had two interviews (okayyyy, both for part time positions) last week. But part time is what I want, and that’s pretty good for quitting in the same week.
Am I making excuses? Am I really just afraid to do any real research for this ‘thing’ – what ever ‘it’ is that I want to open? Perhaps. Maybe I’ll do some research right now at close to midnight. Right after this post. Yeah. RIGHT after this post.
Tomorrow? A work out, and a little bit of research. I can do that right?
I spent so much time making excuses for not doing what I want to do. Here I am now, with job abandoned and a couple of months to find something to replace my small salary. I will slowly, taking small bites, devour this dream that is to feed people. And maybe dress it up with a sprig of parsley while I’m at it.