Metamucil, anyone?
I stopped in a local pub Monday night and shocked the neighborhood with my presence. Everyone there said, "Holy crap! Where have you been?" because, you see, I haven't been out in a long time.
After a long, long winter I think I'm finally waking up. The vegetables and flowers have been planted, the patio furniture back in place. I'm feeling better than I have in a long time. The Sheraton job wound up beating me up and leaving me numb. I guess I had been depressed, but not in the sad, self-pitying way. More it felt like life was empty and single-goaled, with little time for myself.
I've switched jobs and have been working at the Wyndham since March 23rd. I'm happy. My boss is very cool, the company is great, and the hours are much better. It even pays more and I get to be creative. It's moderately challenging but without the stress-inducing migraines. I like my job a lot, and see myself staying for a long time. Finally.
I found a skilled and honest mechanic and got my car fixed up the way it should have been in the first place, when I had that hit-and-run accident over a year ago. Would you believe I've been driving around all this time with my radiator installed wrong?
I'm also working out and getting back into shape, which I'm sure has a lot to do with being happier. I've just met a really nice guy, and although it's too early to tell where that'll go, it feels good to have someone being so nice to me. I've just started laughing out loud lately, that kind of laugh that doubles you over.
The only negative looming over my head is this lawsuit, which is going to a jury trial in August. Whichever way it goes, it's going to cost me more than it has already. At least I have a community of support around me, because everyone hates this guy and hopes I'll win.
That's it for now. Forgive me for taking the time to smooth out my life's creases. Nobody likes a buzzkill, and I had to be in a quiet place for a stretch of time. It's hard to pretend you're happy when you're not. The Sheraton buried my personal life and I had to dig deep to find where I left it. Life was pretty constipated, but I knew I'd make it out the other end eventually. I hope you all are doing well too.
After a long, long winter I think I'm finally waking up. The vegetables and flowers have been planted, the patio furniture back in place. I'm feeling better than I have in a long time. The Sheraton job wound up beating me up and leaving me numb. I guess I had been depressed, but not in the sad, self-pitying way. More it felt like life was empty and single-goaled, with little time for myself.
I've switched jobs and have been working at the Wyndham since March 23rd. I'm happy. My boss is very cool, the company is great, and the hours are much better. It even pays more and I get to be creative. It's moderately challenging but without the stress-inducing migraines. I like my job a lot, and see myself staying for a long time. Finally.
I found a skilled and honest mechanic and got my car fixed up the way it should have been in the first place, when I had that hit-and-run accident over a year ago. Would you believe I've been driving around all this time with my radiator installed wrong?
I'm also working out and getting back into shape, which I'm sure has a lot to do with being happier. I've just met a really nice guy, and although it's too early to tell where that'll go, it feels good to have someone being so nice to me. I've just started laughing out loud lately, that kind of laugh that doubles you over.
The only negative looming over my head is this lawsuit, which is going to a jury trial in August. Whichever way it goes, it's going to cost me more than it has already. At least I have a community of support around me, because everyone hates this guy and hopes I'll win.
That's it for now. Forgive me for taking the time to smooth out my life's creases. Nobody likes a buzzkill, and I had to be in a quiet place for a stretch of time. It's hard to pretend you're happy when you're not. The Sheraton buried my personal life and I had to dig deep to find where I left it. Life was pretty constipated, but I knew I'd make it out the other end eventually. I hope you all are doing well too.