It’s not as bad as I thought it might be. I used to think people were crazy if they had no desires to tie themselves down. And I realize that it’s only been a few hours, but to a certain extent, I am feeling very free.
For so long now I have tied my identity to my career. I lived in a crappy little apartment (that rent was extremely overpriced for) for too many years because I told myself that it’s what I needed to do for my career. My job was what mattered and I was going to do what it took to maintain that. Now that I have no job, nor an apartment, I’m relishing in the fact that there’s more to life than what one does to make a pay cheque.
I still want to work, don’t get me wrong. I desperately want to work. I’m over and done with settling, though. The shit that happened in 2018 is going to stay in 2018.
I had an economics professor in University that used to frequently tell us there are three C’s in life that matter: choice, challenge and change.
“You’ve got to make the choice to accept the challenge to make a change,” he would boast, captivatingly, from the front of our lecture hall.
Well, I’m making the choice to accept the challenge. This year I want to find a career that will make me happy. This year I want to find a home that feels like a home, and not just a place to sleep. This year I want to travel. And most of all, this year I don’t want people in my life who are going to drag me down.
I have roughly 10,000 dollars in my bank account (luckily), desire in my heart and wanderlust in my soul. There’s 11 months left of this year, it’s time for me to make something good of it. 2018 is staying in 2018.
Here’s to bigger and better things. And, hopefully, no more whining to the internet.