So there I was, sprawled out on the couch, half-asleep, half-awake, and finding myself staring at the wall wondering over and over "What the hell am I doing with my life?" Just...staring. Sweating as well since our apartment is located somewhere in the seventh circle of hell when it comes to air conditioning. I found myself depressing deeper and deeper...
Until I decided to get up and DO something.
So I went out our whiteboard hung up in the kitchen where both Alfie and I can read it. I wrote out a job-searching schedule that we will follow weekly. It's more than what the both of us have been doing, honestly, and we both admit it...but we've both slacked on actually committing.
Now's the time.
Amazingly enough, after I did this one simple thing, I felt renewed. Like it'd be okay and we could make it, just like I planned we would when I left the military. I took me a shower, trimmed the ol' hedges, shaved, got rid of a nasty in-grown toenail (what relief, I tell ya!), put on a fresh pair of boxers and here I sit, thought to finger to keyboard to you.
I'm going to do something with my life. Now I have a schedule. The next steps will be figured out soon enough...for now, I'm doing something.
Happy Celebrate A Dead Guy Implausibly Using A Phoenix Down Day.
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