For someone who hasn’t had a full-time job since May 2016, I’ve been awfully busy these last few weeks. And more than a little spoiled. This year my paternal relatives (Family 1) and my stepfather’s relatives (Family 2) both decided to go on vacation in late July. As of right now I’m back in my aunt’s house after a week in St. Pete’s Beach, Florida with Family 1. It mostly consisted of sitting by a glorious heated pool with a Rum Runner in my hand (either that or a Flying Fish, which was basically an alcoholic Arnold Palmer). Tomorrow my immediate family will pick me up on their way to North Carolina, where my stepfather’s sister rented a house by a lake.
I know – such a tough life for the partially unemployed. I didn’t even have to pay anything since my two aunts covered the Florida trip for the whole family. (At least I’m not the only spoiled one?) My main hardship these days is getting from Point A to Pont B. Both knees are fully healed, but I discovered that my quad muscles are nowhere near where they should be. The long walks and unfamiliar terrains wore me out, so by the third day I had to take a nap and borrow my aunt’s Aspercreme. It taught me a big lesson about staying in my comfort zone. For the past few months I’ve been getting around my house and other common places fine. If I want to go out into the real world, aka take the train to a job interview, I’ll need to push myself harder when my whirwind double vacation ends.
Vacation also made me a little frustrated with my “real life.” I mean, most people go on vacation to escape their daily stresses, which I don’t really have. While my general current situation stressses me out, it’s all self-inflicted. I don’t actually have anything to escape from. It made me feel stuck even though, IMO, finally addressing my knees after 29 years crossed a major life goal off my list. I will end up working full-time somewhere, but having no idea where freaks me out. My cousin who works for a college is trying to convince me to get my master’s degree. I’m still not convinced, and a master’s requires commitment. I can’t just say “oh, this sounds sort of interesting, I’ll take out a loan for that.” All I know is that I want to write for a living – maybe create web content or written communication for a major company. I’ll always write stories,but I can’t count on producing a bestseller. Right now I’m crossing my fingers the right job pops up when I search Indeed.com.
Oh well, I’ll worry about that next week. This week I’m going on vacation again.