If fashion is an outward expression of ones inner condition, I feel like a pair of sweatpants. After nine and a half months in a new job, I'm exhausted and questioning how much longer I can stick it out. Of course, we've got this recession going on, so sticking it out is probably the only option if I'd like to keep my house, my dog, and my shopping addiction. But, you know when you start learning something you've never done before, like driving, and you can't imagine it ever being effortless? I'm still waiting for my workplace to stop feeling like drivers ed. I'd like to go into work and feel like I've got a handle on things. Sure, if I took all the things I've learned since I started and went back to where I came from, I'd kick some butt, but I'm never going to stop this train . Forward is the only direction life goes. Thats never been more true than in the news industry. What happened yesterday, last month, last year (hell, an hour ago) is history, and we're only interested in what's new and what's going to happen next. The problem is in life the past does matter, because it informs the present. I'm constantly changing pace. And because of that, I think I'm a little lost at the moment. Getting to where I am was a whirlwind, and what goes up must come down. Hectic was the name of the game for seven months. Month eight was a deep breath. And now month nine is... I don't know... uncomfortable. I'm realizing how ill-equipped I am at working the evening shift, at handling stress, and at doing something that doesn't come completely natural to me.
What I need to do is change out of these sweatpants and into a fabulous pair of jeans. We all know how much I love designer denim.
