As a child, I always looked forward to summer vacation. Three days into the school year, and I would already be dreaming of snow days in January or the upcoming break when I would do all the fun things my heart desired. However, when break arrived it always seemed too long, and eventually I was dreaming about heading back to school.
Now, like then, having all the time in the world has been more of a bore than a blessing. I had wonderful plans about what I would do with my time at home. I would work out every day and cook dinner for my husband. I would play with the dog, and go to the movies, and grocery shop. However, my plans have not played out like I thought they would. I hate working out, and my husband won't eat anything I cook. I can only play so much fetch with Raja, I have to actually get dressed to go to the movies, and I've been living on PBandJ so there isn't a reason to go grocery shopping. I have not done anything I planned, and there is nothing less motivating than knowing that there isn't a reason to get out of bed before ten. So, despite my desire to be a housewife, it's been one of the most boring "jobs" I've ever had.
Because I've been living in Dullsville for three weeks and I can't imagine living this life forever, I have accepted a new position at a local publishing house. I'm excited about the opportunity, but I also have those old going-back-to-school jitters. Of course I'm worried that people won't like me, that I'll say something of the utmost stupidity, or that I simply won't fit in. I feel like I'm in middle school again, when I would psych myself up by saying, "This year, no matter what, I will be popular."
At least this time I may have a chance since big hair is out and I no longer have a home perm.
1 comments:
So...as I understand it the situation is this: you wanted to try something. You tried it. It turned out to be less fun than you imagined. So you're going to try something else.
Don't look now, but that sounds awfully mature, sensible, and pragmatic.
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