It’s been an odd week. I’m in my 6th month of a “sabbatical” from work. I couldn’t take my old, cushy corporate job, it was killing me inside, so I quit.

I was in a bad car wreck last year, and although I’m physically fine, I still have the car and want to rebuild it. It was special to me.

I started my sabbatical with enough money to live off of for 6 months and enough to rebuild the car. Now I just have enough money to cover rent for a while.

I’ve been dreading it, but I know it’s time to look for jobs again. I hate the idea, since even ‘cushy’ jobs have genuinely destroyed my sanity before. But, I’m glad I’m finally talking to people here. I’ve been socially isolated before the pandemic, but I want to connect with people more, and I think that’s my key for survival, whatever bullshit I have to do to make rent.