Friday This entire week has gone by excruciatingly slow. Today, I woke up and thought, “This better fucking be Friday.” Seriously, something was wrong with me. Well, getting up to go to my nondescript job isn’t exactly exciting. All complaints aside, I have seven more minutes to go.
This week (or has it been three?) has been a slump. I feel lethargic and unmotivated. I know why. It’s because I didn’t get that PERFECT FOR ME job. Well, if I had gotten that at my age, I wouldn’t have had anything else to strive for, right?
Right. That’s what I’m going with.
I know: I need goals. Goals keep you going. I feel like I haven’t done anything (Lies! I know I’ve done plenty!).
Goal #1: Get a writing gig. I’ll even write for free.
Goal #2: Write the articles that I need in order to pitch for a writing gig.
Goal #3: Conquer the world.*
*This is always on my to-do list.