Unbeknownst to most of you, I went on a hiatus. It was unannounced and that was terrible form on my part, so I do apologize. Life got in the way, and it made me appreciate several things – one of them being how some of my blogger friends keep up with their blogs. Incredibly impressive. I, obviously, cannot do that and am challenged in more ways than one. Oh well, we can’t all be perfect.
To give you all a quick update on what’s going on: I left my company back in December and, after a rough stint at a different company, I have found myself riding the Funemployment train. It kind of sucked at first, but it’s actually not going too badly at all. I believe I am on Day 9. I’ve really had the chance to re-evaluate what is important to me in both my personal life and my career, I’ve been able to do errands that have been sitting on my to-do list for the past 3 months. Not to mention, my blasting of my resume across the entire freaking country (or so it seems) has finally paid off. I had several phone interviews last week, and some in-persons this week!
Anyhow, people keep telling me that things happen for a reason, and perhaps I am finally starting to believe it. Mostly, my pride is hurt. But on the bright side, my boyfriend’s apartment’s kitchen constantly has clean dishes, the trash is consistently taken out, and my kitty is getting more love in a day than he bargained for. Oh, I also won some money when my boyfriend took me on a 1-night getaway to Foxwoods last week. All in all, barring the car accident I got into earlier tonight due to an unfortunate run-in with my worst road enemy, Black Ice, things haven’t been all that bad. (I am fine, a little whiplash, a lot terrified to drive again, but I’ll get over it. My car, on the other hand? Meh.) In fact, some would argue that I am enjoying this time off a tad too much.
But the way I see it, there’s no point in dwelling over something negative ; no use in crying over spilt milk – even if it feels like several gallons of spilt milk ; What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger ; Take lemons and make lemondrops. I know, I know, lemonade, but I think I need something more than just that.
But really, the moral of this story? Shit happens.
So here’s to shit happening – here is to Melody cooking again.
