Well, updates I guess …
I blindly emailed my resume to a cannabis retailer a couple months ago thinking maybe I would get wildly lucky and be hired part-time - I was hired on the spot and now work 1-2 days a week, which is perfect.
It’s a huge change from being a paralegal but I haven’t worked in almost 10 years and it feels pretty good to be out in the public a few hours a week. Plus … it’s a weed store, I mean … is there another job on the planet that would be any better suited to me? Probably not.
I’ve managed to get the truck on the road, and while it still needs work it’s work that can be done a little at a time - power window fix, new wiper blades, oil change, etc. So I have wheels and a job now on top of moving across the country and buying a house in the last 6 months.
It feels like things are happening so fast, but I know that’s only because my life came to a screeching halt 652 days ago. I don’t like this speed, this pace. I’m not ready.
I look forward to going to work, and then once here I look forward to going home and having a few days off.
I don’t know anything anymore. I don’t know how to feel or think or what to do or not do. I just … wake up … survive … and sleep.
Winter is hard.
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