What am I doing with my life?
A step. Gravel crunches under my boot. A step. Afraid that they might wake up. A step. I turn my head one last time. A step. The gap where my body was already closed.
Where I live there is a crispness to the air. The sun shines, but the atmosphere allows us some relief from its profound heat. Where I live you can't walk yard without crunching under your shoe, a branch-full of leaves. The trees above bear enough green to shade your eyes from the bright sky, while … Continue reading Eternal Fall
I haven't written here in a while. Partially because of writer's block, partially because of laziness, and partially because of a busy schedule. Why is my schedule so busy you may ask? Well, because I got a job!!!! Do not fear! I will still be writing here! I mean, I pay for it, … Continue reading It’s Been a While… | Semi-Employed
Why aren’t I blind yet? The whiteness staring back at me surely should have seared my irises by now. Maybe I’m dead. They do say that you see a bright white light at the end. That would explain the complete absence of thought that I have been nursing for the past hour. I should try … Continue reading Writer’s Block
Do you ever question the functionality of your email? I mean, do you ever wonder if your email is limiting the amount of and type of email that you should be getting. I ask this because lately, I keep getting interviews that end with promises of hearing back, but I’m not hearing back. Now I … Continue reading Why Aren’t I Getting a Call Back? Interviews Without Follow Ups. | Semi-Employed
Lately, I have been considering different ways to change my own life, to take control, to build a future for myself. It all started when I met with a guy who messaged me on LinkedIn. He wanted to talk to me about network marketing and he gave me a book by Robert Kiyosaki called “The … Continue reading Taking a Chance on Yourself | Semi-Employed
This is a sad one about losing motivation. Oooh yeah!
Was I fired or am I on standby?
Noticing the indent in the mattress in the shape of my body as I rise to the door The foam isn’t memory, just a representation of the mental state of me My voice echoes the creak of the wood under my feet Before the floor eveng gets a chance to speak Activities of the day … Continue reading Am I Stuck?