This blog is yet another thing I can't commit to. My lists are another. My job, my boyfriend, my idea of "what I want to do", my resolutions to: lose weight, read more, do yoga, spend less, volunteer, travel.. the list goes on but I won't depress myself.
With the New Year coming fast upon me, I reflect on past and coming years. I am not where I thought I would be, my most recent hometown (of the past 15 years) rather than my real hometown (for about 7 years) New York City, or an equivalent city. I secured a job that I don't care for and spend about 35 of my 40 hours a week looking at my (sick) watch. This past month, I finally applied for a great job. Only, I waited until the last minute (I've know about it for months), so all the positions are likely filled or reserved for the cream of the crop.
The whole job search post grad life really has served to lessen my opinion of myself and raise my general discontent with my current life position. Glad to know that's what I'll be paying for over the next three decades.
