Holly pointed out that I’m neglecting my blog. Which is true. I do enjoy having a blog. I dislike actually having to blog. Has someone invented a blog that will automatically publish your thoughts and opinions online yet? I guess not.
So I’m actually making progress on what is expected to be my first ever completed novel. It’s taken weeks just to bang out a chapter but I’m grateful to be a part of a local writing group. That’s really what’s been taking up my time. I’ve only shown it to one person, the sweet but sometimes bossy, Amber. I’ll put it out for the rest of the writing group to read next month.
Other the past few months, I’ve gotten more and more frustrated with my job so I’m back on the market. I’m still working the job but I’m actively looking. I’ve received a lot of calls and emails from recruiters, and I’ve agreed to a couple of interviews but so far I haven’t come across anything that I want to do. I hate looking for a new job especially at my age.
I envy people my age that having been doing the same job for 10 years. I really do. I have this wanderlust that I’ve had since childhood. I’m used to change. We used to move every two years growing up, sometimes more frequently than that. Every other year, new city, new house, new school, new friends, etc. Even as an adult, I moved around a lot. I’ve been in Texas for over three years now and I’d like to be not in Texas anymore if I’m being honest. I’m in a weird place where I’m unhappy and I want change. I just don’t know where to start.