I was riding the 605 through Nisqually, looking out at the sunset, and thinking about how confined I've felt for the past year. And about how I have a tendency to wait for folks before I make decisions, tot he point where nothing happens. And I got really angry--which has been happening more frequently--and frustrated with myself for becoming so complacent and dependent.
I'm tired of waiting for people, and I'm not going to do it anymore. I feel like I've lost a bit of myself while sitting here waiting for things to happen to me rather than making things happen. I have too much to do.
So I am casting out a wide net, job hunting with ferocity, hitting people up for favours, taking people up on their offers of help, shamelessly trying to get my ass out of the Northwest because I've realised it's killing me in much the same way Orlando almost did. Slowly sinking into a listless depression, thinking that I didn't have options or that I had reached the apex of my potential and was already in decline.
I'm not about that this time.
I have too much shit to do to waste any more time in this little town.
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