Wow this layout is so similar to MySpace blogs. I should try and log into that…
And just wasted 10 minutes trying to log into it, with no success.
So, why am I here again? Why am I needing to spill words onto a page… well…. onto a website at least.
I just need to write.
I used to do it all the time. At least every few days I’d be writing about the adventures I’d be having. With friends. With boys. At concerts. Away on holidays.
Because you know, holidays and weekends away were absolutely necessary with you were a uni student, who worked part time, and lived at home.
God, I’d give anything to go back 10 years. How I would do things differently.
I wouldn’t have wasted three years on university, with no reward at the end.
I would have moved overseas and travelled so much more.
Whereas now, I’m in an ok marriage, to a guy who I love, but who grinds my gears – especially with his recent nagging about me having to find a job. More on that in a moment.
Is everyone’s marriages just ‘ok’ or is it just mine? Are they meant to be something spectacular or or is just like two friends hanging out every day? Because that’s what mine feels like. I feel like I’m missing out on something…. just can’t quite put my finger on what it is… maybe … oh look … maybe sex? Maybe some passion and romance… I don’t know… maybe I’m just bored, and feel like I’ve missed out on screwing around in my 20s.
I resigned from my job towards the end of last month. Stupid, stupid mistake! Should’ve begged to instead go part time so I could continue the extreme flirtations with my boss in real life, but not just that. I wouldn’t have to put up with the constant “have you applied for jobs today?” or “how many jobs have you applied for?” questions. It’s doing my head in. I am truly in no rush to find work again. I’m happy just coasting along, and I will be as picky as I like. I need to find something close to home. Something part time, that won’t completely burn me out like my last job.
Thank you for your time,