I've forgotten how to do a cut-thing, so feel free to scroll past this:
I'm working now, my job is so-so. The people are great and so is are the hours, at least they are when I can talk my way into a closing schedule. But the work itself is pretty dull, the place is slow and and food is easy to make, sandwiches, salads etc. Nothing special, but very much inside my comfort zone.
I know I should be out looking for something more challenging but am strangely unmotivated. I'm making enough pay-wise to cover expenses and start saving up for paying off my student loan. At least this is true if I keep my expenses to a minimum which shouldn't be hard.
This leaves me sitting here and a wondering what next, I have no deadlines; no school or job hunting, nothing to work toward at the moment. I have my hobbies, the comics i'm playing with, but my artists seem uninspired to do anything unless I keep poking at them, and their flagging enthusiasm is beginning to affect my own.
So I'm a little lost at the moment. I still feel (If you'll pardon the cliche) like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. But I really can't remember a time I didn't feel that way, I also never got all way past the idea I was going to die when I turned twenty and now at twenty-one feel as though I'm living on borrowed time.
Or maybe I'm just over tired.
I know I should be out looking for something more challenging but am strangely unmotivated. I'm making enough pay-wise to cover expenses and start saving up for paying off my student loan. At least this is true if I keep my expenses to a minimum which shouldn't be hard.
This leaves me sitting here and a wondering what next, I have no deadlines; no school or job hunting, nothing to work toward at the moment. I have my hobbies, the comics i'm playing with, but my artists seem uninspired to do anything unless I keep poking at them, and their flagging enthusiasm is beginning to affect my own.
So I'm a little lost at the moment. I still feel (If you'll pardon the cliche) like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. But I really can't remember a time I didn't feel that way, I also never got all way past the idea I was going to die when I turned twenty and now at twenty-one feel as though I'm living on borrowed time.
Or maybe I'm just over tired.