Well, I've spent the last 4 years in a dead end relationship and a grueling, emotionally damaging job. And then, in November I decided to finish out my contact with my current job and then never ever return. For reasons that are unimportant to explain now, I cannot leave that job until July 1st.
And then, to continue the theme of "everything in my life needs to change," in January I had an epiphany about my relationship - it was a dead end. It was time to get out. So, I did just that.
So in the span of just a few months, I went from having a secure and solid job and a happy relationship to having none of those things. Suddenly every aspect of my life was up in the air, or at least would be as soon as my contract expired in July.
Amidst the dust from the demolition around me, I thought that I wanted to stay in the area I am currently in, an area to which I moved 4 years ago because my ex-boyfriend wanted to live here for his career. I'd spent the last 4 years cultivating friendships and learning the lay of the land. My break up was utterly smooth and peaceful. I had no reason to leave. I would find a new job around here, and life would continue.
But then I began to reflect on the life I do have here. I spent the last 6 months intensively attempting to make my relationship work. I had spent all of my free time trying to make him feel loved and supported. As the dust settles, I realize that there is almost no one left. The friendships I had did not hold up to my recent absenteeism. Plus, the novelty of my current location has also begun to fade, and now the charm isn't even enough to keep me here for sure. I had no reason to stay.
So. I am now free to sail with the wind.
There is just one problem.
I can't tell which way the wind is blowing.
Fine. I lied. There are actually two problems.
Not only can I not tell which way the wind is blowing, but I also have anxiety and depression, which tell me that I need a plan now or else I'm going to shrivel up and die.
Oh, and when you google "Type A Personality," the first result is a picture of me. I plan everything all the time. I'm obsessed with making plans. After I submit a resume for a job, I immediately begin googling apartment rental rates in the area. I map the distance between that area and my parents' house so I know how long it will take me to travel home for a visit. I yelp coffee shops. I convince myself that this is the job and the town for me. And when I don't immediately hear back from the job posting, I crumble and die.
Because I need a plan right now, dammit.
Why am I telling you all of this? Because I have come to realize over the last month that I don't know who I am or what I want or where I'll be in the future and if I don't figure out how to stop obsessing over all of the unknowns and all of the holes in my life I'm going to curl up and die before I get to see where the wind finally does blow me.
I think it is time to reconnect with me. And I am going to do that by returning to my Solo Foodie ways. So, here goes nothing.
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