An Extended Departure
Wow, it seems as though it's literally been eons since I've been on this place called LJ. Perhaps that's because it really has been about a year or so since I've checked in. So, by a bout of destiny, I rebooted my makeshift computer today to finish filing my taxes and stumbled upon forgotten times.
Alas, now that I've rediscovered my journal, as it appears many of you, my comrades, have done, I don't even know what to write about. My New York life has been moving surprisingly slow and contradicting anyone's idea of a "New York Minute". Honestly, I still have no idea what I plan to do with my life, which I guess is what I came to this city to figure out. Unfortunately, all I've found so far is a mundane waitress job at a slow-paced dog-themed restaurant and a sorry excuse for a physical relationship with a chef at said restaurant. I don't know why but I've somehow found myself in a rut with no motivation to move forward. I know I have plenty of skills that would make me successful if I just tried, but for some reason I feel the need to wait until I find something I'm actually passionate about. I wouldn't be as stressed about this but it seems like it comes so much easier to everyone else. While others are playing out their 5-year plans I can't even get together a 3-week plan.
I'd like to say I'm just experiencing life right now and learning about the world, but I don't even know if that's true. My complete lack of social skills and natural awkwardness has made any interaction with other humans a large feat already and on the brink of painful without the presence of alcohol.
Overall, my life seems to be in a stand-still right now and I'm hoping 2013 brings some kind of brilliant self-discovering adventure.
In other news, it looks like I'll be making a trip back to Oregon this May. It's my dad's 70th birthday so I'll be flying into Portland and driving down to Brookings with my sister. With any luck, I hope to see some much needed friendly and familiar faces.
Alas, now that I've rediscovered my journal, as it appears many of you, my comrades, have done, I don't even know what to write about. My New York life has been moving surprisingly slow and contradicting anyone's idea of a "New York Minute". Honestly, I still have no idea what I plan to do with my life, which I guess is what I came to this city to figure out. Unfortunately, all I've found so far is a mundane waitress job at a slow-paced dog-themed restaurant and a sorry excuse for a physical relationship with a chef at said restaurant. I don't know why but I've somehow found myself in a rut with no motivation to move forward. I know I have plenty of skills that would make me successful if I just tried, but for some reason I feel the need to wait until I find something I'm actually passionate about. I wouldn't be as stressed about this but it seems like it comes so much easier to everyone else. While others are playing out their 5-year plans I can't even get together a 3-week plan.
I'd like to say I'm just experiencing life right now and learning about the world, but I don't even know if that's true. My complete lack of social skills and natural awkwardness has made any interaction with other humans a large feat already and on the brink of painful without the presence of alcohol.
Overall, my life seems to be in a stand-still right now and I'm hoping 2013 brings some kind of brilliant self-discovering adventure.
In other news, it looks like I'll be making a trip back to Oregon this May. It's my dad's 70th birthday so I'll be flying into Portland and driving down to Brookings with my sister. With any luck, I hope to see some much needed friendly and familiar faces.