"And I know I’m not the only person hoping that six months from now they’ll have a chance to do what they love so much, so good luck with your thing too."I like that he said that. I'm one of those people too, one of those hoping that in six months from now I'll have a chance to do what I love so much.
It's hard. Living like this.
This weekend I've gotten a couple of people either giving me advice or condolences. "Just pray," like I haven't done that for so long. I'm tired. No, I'm exhausted. Today I came to the office with puffy eyes. Everything, every time I get upset, it all seems to end at the fact that I am not free to just be. I want to find a job I love and that fulfills me. I want to have the liberty to at least have the chance to look for that job. I want to live on my own. I want to not live in fear and frustration. And I want to stop feeling guilty about not feeling grateful enough.