memyselfandi

It's been a long, slightly strange week. I've enjoyed a week of vacation, but at the cost of not having a job. In the process, I've smoked a half of a pack of cigarettes, and I don't smoke. My anxiety attacks have come back after years of not bothering me much. People keep telling me that things will work out, and I'm sure they will.

On a good note, This has given me time to get my house in order. I've been able to complete projects, and make repairs, etc. I've also had more time to be creative, and to draw and paint, and look at photos. Plus, I've listened to music I haven't heard in years.

So I don't know what this all means, or where my life is leading me. I am aware that this is a process, though. I can feel myself changing a little. It sort of feels like a metamorphisis. I'm not necassarily going to be a different person, but a better person when this process is complete. I hope to finally be me again, and I'm getting closer every day.

UPDATE-

I got a job today! Last week, I emailed my resume to the bike shop that I go to. It's a fairly large shop that's constantly growing. The shop owner was on vacation when I sent the email, but he replied and said he wanted to talk when he got back. Well, we had a two hour meeting today, and it seems to be a perfect match for both of us. I think I'll be happy there. I start tomorrow!