This font is the same as that on my resume. I seem to have grown a fondness for it. Cambria, I think, is friendlier, softer, and just a touch more elegant than its rigid cousin Georgia.
But that's really not of any importance.
It's been a week since my last day of work. I'm not 'lost' per se, but I am....a bit aimless at the moment. It's like I've started directions for a destination, but Google Maps has frozen and my GPS is stuck about two miles behind from where I am now. I just hadn't ever considered all the options, particularly the options while being paid to be unemployed for three months. How often does this happen to people? Unfortunately COVID has taken the enjoyable choices (i.e. traveling) so I'm left with only the hard pressing important decisions that all seem to impact my future. Our future I should say.
Graduate school. Or an MBA. Or just classes at the community college. Missions. Work out of state. Fun work nearby. Funemployment at home.
What do I want to do with this time?
What do I want to do in the future?
But how can anyone possibly know at 25 what they want to do for the rest of their life? What if I make the wrong choice and proceed to waste my young and "fruitful" years, only to look back when I'm old and cranky and think...Wow, should have done ______. And what if the end of the world is a year away and I squander the next twelve months expecting to get a degree that means nothings in eternity?
And that's to say nothing for what we should do as a married couple.
These are the questions in my head. Popping around like oil in a pan where the heat was left on too high for too long.
08.08.2020
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