I have realized over the past 6 months that my life is exactly the opposite of what I want it to be.
OPPOSITE CHICK IS HERE!
My family and friends are the only area in which I can say the status quo is beaut-o-mous.
I just do not understand the rest of it, I’ve been banging my head against a stucco house (little pieces of stucco stick out and make your head bleed). I have been unemployed a bazillion times in a decade.
Get the violin ready….make sure one of the strings is broken.
Earlier this year, I had a nice 6 figure income and was a VP, climbing the corporate ladder. Unfortunately, the last fall off the ol’ crickety ladder has left me a bloody mess.
The relationship department pretty much sucks ass. On the right hand I just don’t care anymore and on the left hand I try to take risks and see everything as an opportunity. I’ve never planted so many seeds as I have now….only to wonder if this garden will ever grow? It’s been fertilized regularly and pruned of any “weeds”.
I try to remain relaxed and happy–but seriously, when you look at the fact that you have $0.00 and it’s not the first time I’ve been poor, it makes me want to start biting my toenails. I’m in a delusional positive brain space about 80% of the time despite my shit-e-ous circumstances…
I meet new folks constantly, chat up those from my past….chase the frisbee and fetch any opportunity …only to watch nothing transpire from it. It is sort of an odd phenomenon, kinda feel like I fell out of the solar system.
Call me the chick in the plastic bubble, watching my life go by. I went bankrupt 4 years ago and since then I worked my ass off to make sure that would never rear its ugly head, Bwahahahahahaha…... and looky here it ain’t running buckets o’ money.
It has been a freaky trip;I ain’t gotta map on where to go or what to do. It appears I am where I was 10 years ago.
I am starting this blog, because I don’t share this with many people. It is between you and me. I don’t want sympathy, handouts or pity. It’s not that I am proud. I am tired. No more temporary band-aids, those suckers still hurt when you rip them off.
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