It WAS going good..

It WAS going good..and now, not so much.

It wasn’t until I was running out the door to yoga last night that I noticed there is a hole in the butt of my FAVORITE lulus. Ok, it’s not a hole YET, but its super worn to the point where it looks like I have something somewhat flesh colored on my butt. Combine that with all the bending over in class and we’ve got ourselves a problem. I am super sad about it because I just can’t afford another pair.

poor

Then, this morning I got a call saying that I DIDN’T get the job that I had spent the last 3 months interviewing for. Talk about total let down. I shouldn’t get into specifics, but after a solid 20 minutes of anger and sadness, I spent a good chunk of time revising my resume and searching for other job postings. They say it’s not what you know but WHO you know. So does that mean it was a bad idea to get my Masters and move to a country where I can count on one hand the number of people I really know? (hint: it’s just Tyler). I just don’t understand why someone like me is so unlucky in this part of my life. I fell into a job in Boston out of necessity (re: Rent is HIGH and a jobs a job) and now my experience, coupled with my ongoing education, is just undesirable for a large, booming city.

And it’s raining. Again.

And I have been awake since 2:30AM

And, I am putting Winesday Wednesday on hold. It’s been somewhat of a slump, and I just can’t get myself motivated lately to fill up the post with additional drink-related things.

Probably because my computer is on the fritz.

And so is my car.

All I really want is to hang out with my girlfriends. But they live all over the country. And not this country. The one below me.

I’m just let down. It’s odd because I am still eating pretty healthy, working out, and even yoga helps me ‘check out’ for a couple hours, but I still seem to be climbing this steep hill to get to something–and I’m not even sure I know what it is yet. I am happy–I have a great guy and two stupid silly dogs, but I crave things in my life to just make me feel normal again. I miss having a bit of independence (i.e.: my own money), socializing, and disconnecting from routine tasks like laundry, meal prep, laundry, laundry, laundry…

I honestly don’t really know where I’m going with this and I don’t know how to properly word exactly what it is I’m feeling, but I’m hoping maybe a few of you understand.

Also, do you know how expensive it is to board 2 dogs for 10 nights? I don’t even want to tell you how many numbers are in front of the decimal.

On a good note…..I FINALLY HEARD A FART IN YOGA LAST NIGHT.

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