Disappointment, a love story
So close.
But it just didn't work out. Didn't feel right. Triggered that uh-oh feeling in the pit of my gut. Another it wasn't meant to be.
And so I moved on. Filed it under I learned what I don't want.
Now we're back in the States, trying to decide where we want to put down roots. I'm thinking out West. Like even more wester than here. But just slightly east of San Francisco.
Just have to find that job that pays the rent AND our student loans. So it goes.
It's an exciting and terrible time. Infinite potential and infinite disappointment as I run through every.single. possibility.
We left a year ago to teach English in South Korea. Difficult and discouraging at times. But also an incredible, inspiring experience. Hustling like nobody's business. Paying off those credit cards from our unemployment days feels so good. Saving up a teeny tiny nest egg to get us to our Next Big Thing.
I worked so hard every day, working double-time, that coming back to contract work feels, well, disappointing. But it's only been a few days.
Gotta give it time.
But I'm still looking for that next hit. That next adrenaline rush that comes from working' it -- writing, editing, getting into that creative flow.
So really, all that disappointment? It’s the best thing that never happened to me.
