Ok it’s really not that complicated

I miss the days I used to spew my every thought and emotion in 2000 word blogs. Sort of. It was different, I should say. And I’m an oddly impulsive creature of habit. Cynical optimism, angry and hopeful, all of that.

The feeling that I need to share is so fleeting, so rare compared to many others, that I felt compelled to capture it just this once, the eve of beginning a new career at a new company, after six months of mildly pandemic related unemployment. It’s been nice sleeping in every single day, but I’m bored and lonely. I have pretty middle schooler-esque hopes about making friends at my new job. But it could happen! I guess.

Like clockwork my creativity is coming back to me whilst I’m entering a new busier phase of life, like it always did those million years I was in college. So I was prepared. And I made time to write a novel before, no reason I can’t do it again.

So to the end of an era. At the beginning of 2020 I had 5 cats and 2 parents. Now I have 3 cats and 1 parent, and I moved, and I quit the job I’d had for 5 years. I both like and loathe change. It’s odd, I’m odd, everything and anything worth anything is self contradictory if you think about it.

Cheers to new beginnings and old habits.