//i don't know what to do with myself//
well. I'm officially unemployed now.
Being on this side of employment after having held a rather steady and grown up kind of job is incredibly awkward. I remember as a college student how effortlessly I could waste a day away with absolutely no activity. As if sitting on the couch or playing video games until my backside went completely numb was at one time something worth boasting over.
In the past several months I have gotten used to the idea of being useful. I am amazed at how quickly I’ve gone from being important to feeling menial. With just one day of joblessness under my belt, I already feel utterly worthless. Idleness is gnawing away at me. I haven’t "produced" anything that is of any value in some 24 hours. I haven't spent time talking with a kid about their life. I haven't picked up my guitar to go over music. I haven’t given any thought whatsoever to this Sunday’s liturgy. Any activity that would have defined me two days ago is missing from me at the moment, and it scares me that it may be a long time before I get to do them again.
Today, I woke up. Had a bowl of cereal. Walked my dog. Read a book. Worked out. Took pictures.
Here’s evidence that I am good enough, smart enough, and gosh darnit that people still like me...
Being on this side of employment after having held a rather steady and grown up kind of job is incredibly awkward. I remember as a college student how effortlessly I could waste a day away with absolutely no activity. As if sitting on the couch or playing video games until my backside went completely numb was at one time something worth boasting over.
In the past several months I have gotten used to the idea of being useful. I am amazed at how quickly I’ve gone from being important to feeling menial. With just one day of joblessness under my belt, I already feel utterly worthless. Idleness is gnawing away at me. I haven’t "produced" anything that is of any value in some 24 hours. I haven't spent time talking with a kid about their life. I haven't picked up my guitar to go over music. I haven’t given any thought whatsoever to this Sunday’s liturgy. Any activity that would have defined me two days ago is missing from me at the moment, and it scares me that it may be a long time before I get to do them again.
Today, I woke up. Had a bowl of cereal. Walked my dog. Read a book. Worked out. Took pictures.
Here’s evidence that I am good enough, smart enough, and gosh darnit that people still like me...
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