If I stretch my arms out far enough I can graze the edges of my grief with my fingertips, pushing it away to make room for my mother's grief, which she is unable to hold back as it crashes against her relentlessly. Nothing will ever be the same again. I stumble through the hospital corridors… Continue reading Jubilee garden.
As you may already know from previous posts, I work for a large nameless corporate conglomerate, affectionately referred to as the salt mine. The thing about my job is that it's very steady, it pays well and for the most part...it's okay. The problem with "okay" is that it breeds complacency. Things aren't good enough… Continue reading The problem with “okay.”
After the brief spurt last November where I vowed to quit my job over a period of 130 days, a few key things happened: 1. I moved out of the concrete jungle and into a much smaller "up-and-coming" city with Mr. J (cutting down my living expenses in half for a loft that makes my… Continue reading Confessions of a complacent cog.
A few short years ago, my idea of freedom would have been similar to Adam's: the ability to strap on a backpack and travel the world. Today, my idea of freedom has more defined roots: a career I am passionate about with unlimited income potential; the ability to support my hypothetical future family. A home… Continue reading T-minus 127 days: What does freedom mean to you?
10. WORMS 9. Quitting my job and becoming financially dependent on somebody else 8. The Chucky movies (I successfully hyperlinked that without actually looking at the article - huzzah!) 7. My lack of basic survival skills during the off-chance of a zombie apocalypse 6. Karaoke 5. The five seconds before a plane's wheels land on the… Continue reading T-minus 128 days: Top 10 things I’m currently scared of…
...and in the "Career aspirations" section of my biography, one word glares back at me from the glossy page: Princess. Well then. No wonder I'm feeling so horribly unfulfilled.