About a year or so ago, I saw a postcard on Post Secret.com.
It said...I don't know what I want, but I know I don't want this".
That pretty much sums up the whole of my life lately. Primarily, my misery comes from my job, which is no longer any joy at all. It's become increasingly clear that I must find other employment, in spite of the poor economy, or die a slow death of the soul staying where I am. Something has to change, or else everything might.
Some of my misery comes from some terrible mistakes I've made with regards to my daughter's education. That one phrase, "Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time" applies here. I fix one thing at a time these days. First money, now her. Job next, then, maybe, my sanity will return.
And then maybe my happy will return.
Posted by Lysa at November 6, 2009 11:56 PM