*Deep Breath*
I resigned today. From everything. From my job. From my volunteer committments. From my apartment. In one fell swoop, I've divested myself of Los Angeles and I suddenly feel like a visitor here.
No, no, I don't, this is home dammit. But I need to go away for a while, i think.
This is the last stage of my recovery from lyme, i guess. Shedding the last bit of the life I accepted because of it. Time to go get *my* life back. Time to go get the life I haven't had yet, but always saw in my dreams. I'm not sure what all if involves yet. There have been revisions to the script, but it's something more than this. This has been the incomplete me. I'm off to go find the pieces.
I've done this before. LA to Vancouver. Strategic retreat, I'll be taking the same luggage even, backpack and satchel. I'm a nesting creature, but oh, what a beautiful, beautiful thing it is to let go of it all. To stand somewhere new with everything I'm accountable for on my back. To feel like a compact presence. To travel... lighter. I found hope in that city before, in the blisters on my feet and the smiles of strangers. Faith that a new life was possible and that I still had the agency to make it happen.
I've skipped my naturalpath appointment to confirm if the last round of treatment worked. If I'm really free. It's ok, I know that I am. I chugged some of the old treatment yesterday, just to see. What used to make me reel from a dropper now doesn't phase me from two big swigs. Nothing left to kill there.
I'm rambling, I do that.
Two weeks here, then I'll start moving out. From May 15-20 or so, I should be relatively free to play and say some goodbyes. I need someone to watch after my car and my many plants.
Job openings (or freelance opportunities) for graphic designers, copywriters, economists, or minor carpentry appreciated. Thx.
I resigned today. From everything. From my job. From my volunteer committments. From my apartment. In one fell swoop, I've divested myself of Los Angeles and I suddenly feel like a visitor here.
No, no, I don't, this is home dammit. But I need to go away for a while, i think.
This is the last stage of my recovery from lyme, i guess. Shedding the last bit of the life I accepted because of it. Time to go get *my* life back. Time to go get the life I haven't had yet, but always saw in my dreams. I'm not sure what all if involves yet. There have been revisions to the script, but it's something more than this. This has been the incomplete me. I'm off to go find the pieces.
I've done this before. LA to Vancouver. Strategic retreat, I'll be taking the same luggage even, backpack and satchel. I'm a nesting creature, but oh, what a beautiful, beautiful thing it is to let go of it all. To stand somewhere new with everything I'm accountable for on my back. To feel like a compact presence. To travel... lighter. I found hope in that city before, in the blisters on my feet and the smiles of strangers. Faith that a new life was possible and that I still had the agency to make it happen.
I've skipped my naturalpath appointment to confirm if the last round of treatment worked. If I'm really free. It's ok, I know that I am. I chugged some of the old treatment yesterday, just to see. What used to make me reel from a dropper now doesn't phase me from two big swigs. Nothing left to kill there.
I'm rambling, I do that.
Two weeks here, then I'll start moving out. From May 15-20 or so, I should be relatively free to play and say some goodbyes. I need someone to watch after my car and my many plants.
Job openings (or freelance opportunities) for graphic designers, copywriters, economists, or minor carpentry appreciated. Thx.
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Anyway...let us know about the 18th party thing.
-For me, at least, I'd like to know really asap as it may affect my prom-leaving plans.
Dave