Not being employed sucks.
Even as a full-time student, I have a sinking feeling that I’m not contributing to the world, and that I’m wasting all of my money and mental energy on crap.
Here’s what my average day looks like:
- I spend a majority of my time applying to jobs (seriously, at least 4 job applications per day – which doesn’t sound like a lot until you realize that each company has a different application system and often requires a lot of duplicated work and filtering and proofreading and adjusting your resume…).
- Then after a few hours of that, I get up so I don’t get blood clots in my legs and die.
- I clean the house a bit, pick up some groceries
- … and finally sit back down and contemplate my worth while I attempt to read extremely dense academic material on the fate of humanity amidst technological change, or otherwise, the fate of technology amidst societal changes.
- Then, if I’m lucky, I have a class to trudge off to at around 6PM. If I’m not, I continue reading awful academic theory until I go to bed.
It eats away at your soul after a while.
My freelance business is slow, with some potential clients, but we’re still at the consultation stage for now.
My blog isn’t set to begin until New Years Day, but I’m slowly creating a content plan for it. (Reeeeeeeally slowly. Don’t judge me.)
What to do when with a burgeoning brain of crazy ideas and a sad, empty soul? You write a book!
That’s correct. November is around the corner and I am participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) in an attempt to reinvigorate my imagination and remember how much I love to write.
Perhaps adding on additional obligations isn’t the best way to cope with the mind-numbing stress of uncertainty, but I think I need anything but mind-numbing at this point, and a deviation from my focus on “uncertainty” will probably be healthy for me.
If you want to follow my progress, check out my participant profile on the NaNoWriMo site, which will list my word count as I progress. If I’m successful, I may actually try to get the book published. If not, I will have at least begun a novel. Can’t say it’s a bad deal.
So begins (continues?) my quest to discover who I am and what I love, while companies judge me from afar!
PS – For the writers out there, in case you were wondering: I am most certainly a “pants-er.”