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Welcome 2018
Jan. 24th, 2018 08:20 pmNew year . . . new journal? Maybe. I still have my LJ but one of the communities I liked in the past has migrated over here. I'll admit, I used that as an excuse to start this journal. Writing is still an important part of my life - it's pretty much a daily occurrence to be writing 'something,' be it an old-fashioned letter for old friends that can't seem to remember to actually CALL me (nevermind email, video chat, etc.), a few sentences or sketchy notes on a fanfic story or plotline that's occupying my overactive brain or the purely emotional venting that is only seen by me. So, here I am.
I’m late - I know . . . but I wanted to write something to greet the new year and I’m finally getting around to it.
As I look back at 2017, two thoughts stand out for me.
First, I’ve had the same address for the entire year - and I know I’ll have it for at least 10 months of this year. I can’t even count the number of addresses I’ve had in the last 5 or 6 years. The last time I had an address this long was nearly a decade ago. Part of me wants to believe it’s a sign of things finally improving - that there is more stability than uncertainty in my life.
And it’s just ME at this address - no sharing a place with other people. Me. Myself. I, alone. I can leave stuff out and not feel guilty that I’m taking up space. I can cook in the kitchen without feeling pressured to finish and get out for the next person to come in. I don’t have to wait for the bathroom to be free.
Second, I’ve had the same employment for the entire year - and I’m fairly secure that I’ll have it for all of this year. Same employer, same position, though there was a change in departments and in location that meant new managers, supervisors, coworkers and commute to adjust to.
I’ll admit: it’s a job, not a career. It’s work to do that I know I can easily do. I can see myself staying here just as much as I could seeing myself find another job, preferably one with a better commute, but having a career? I don’t see that in my future. I’m just a survivor - keeping myself afloat in society is about all I can do.
Looking ahead . . . The future is a road unknown. No matter what the journey, I know I’ll be okay at the end of it. That’s about all I can handle.
I’m late - I know . . . but I wanted to write something to greet the new year and I’m finally getting around to it.
As I look back at 2017, two thoughts stand out for me.
First, I’ve had the same address for the entire year - and I know I’ll have it for at least 10 months of this year. I can’t even count the number of addresses I’ve had in the last 5 or 6 years. The last time I had an address this long was nearly a decade ago. Part of me wants to believe it’s a sign of things finally improving - that there is more stability than uncertainty in my life.
And it’s just ME at this address - no sharing a place with other people. Me. Myself. I, alone. I can leave stuff out and not feel guilty that I’m taking up space. I can cook in the kitchen without feeling pressured to finish and get out for the next person to come in. I don’t have to wait for the bathroom to be free.
Second, I’ve had the same employment for the entire year - and I’m fairly secure that I’ll have it for all of this year. Same employer, same position, though there was a change in departments and in location that meant new managers, supervisors, coworkers and commute to adjust to.
I’ll admit: it’s a job, not a career. It’s work to do that I know I can easily do. I can see myself staying here just as much as I could seeing myself find another job, preferably one with a better commute, but having a career? I don’t see that in my future. I’m just a survivor - keeping myself afloat in society is about all I can do.
Looking ahead . . . The future is a road unknown. No matter what the journey, I know I’ll be okay at the end of it. That’s about all I can handle.
