enough!
After a couple of weeks off, I've begun to slide back into my career voyeurism, jump=starting it with a journey to WWOOF, and then a side-trip to WorkAway.info. I don't even know if the latter one is legit, but once again I'm salivating over the idea of moving to Hawaii.
I'm sick of this crap! I need something more concrete. What the hell am I doing? I can't leave New England yet, I've got one more mountain to climb. But I've got this unsettling feeling that I desperately need to be setting up some dominoes to topple once George and I have had our day together. I need to make this (whatever the fuck "this" is) happen, my biological clock is ticking. And by that I mean I have enormous energies that I feel I should devote to SOMEthing worthwhile, and my range of choices don't seem to be getting any broader.
How often do I make this post?
Whatever. I've been having amazing frisbee dreams. Sailing through the air, fluidly dynamic. Ah yes.
I'm sick of this crap! I need something more concrete. What the hell am I doing? I can't leave New England yet, I've got one more mountain to climb. But I've got this unsettling feeling that I desperately need to be setting up some dominoes to topple once George and I have had our day together. I need to make this (whatever the fuck "this" is) happen, my biological clock is ticking. And by that I mean I have enormous energies that I feel I should devote to SOMEthing worthwhile, and my range of choices don't seem to be getting any broader.
How often do I make this post?
Whatever. I've been having amazing frisbee dreams. Sailing through the air, fluidly dynamic. Ah yes.