A change of pace
I’m starting to feel tired. Not just everyday, normal tired. My job is slowly wearing on me.
This isn’t the job I signed up for. Sure, the money is good, my coworkers are young and fun, and even the city isn’t so bad if you can get past the ridiculously cold weather. But the work is tiring. My ability to do work has been decreasing every day, and I don’t know how anyone has not yet called me out on being a sham.I go to meetings, and sit at my desk typing. The weather is so dry I keep downing a full water bottle every 5 minutes.
Money only gets you so far. I need to switch things up again.
Posted on Sunday January 16th
About me
I am just another kid trying to find his place, but four lang of thousands of miles, 4.20 languages, twenty odd years, and several guitars later, I still don't know where that is. But I will keep searching, and maybe I'll start getting an idea. This coil is just brimming with wanderlust. Nomad. Vagabond. Call me what you will.
This here is my little fledgling blog. Equal parts punching bag, confessional, and exhibit, but all thoughtspace. I'm gonna try to play around with layout and content until something works. I've never had one, so we'll see how this experiment goes.
