As of 6 days ago, I am officially unemployed. I mean, technically, I still have health insurance until the end of the year and one more pay check coming my way, but nevertheless! I am without a job.
I hung around LA's 75 degree weather for Christmas. Sure, I could have gone home (as my mom often reminds me, "You always have a place to come home to, Leah"), but it's important for me to figure out what to do next on my own. And nothing says independence quite like spending a major holiday 3,000 miles away from your family, right? Anyway, I have been vegging/figuring out what's next for the last few days. Doing a lot of this: (pondering, thinking, being near palm trees, etc)
And, it's been lovely. I've been alone, but haven't been lonely. I've eaten alone in crowded places and haven't minded. And I think tomorrow, I might go to a movie by myself. The introvert that I am is thriving. I've never had so much energy. I'm overjoyed and want to tell everyone about it! Buuuut not really because, duh, being that outgoing would make me nervous and anxious and tired...
This time of respite has been restful and peaceful and healing in many ways, as I've wrapped up a very intense and powerful chapter of my life thus far. A dream accomplished.
Time to move on, figure out other things that make me tick and bring me joy. I need adventure. I need isolation in a non-threatening sort of way. I need to get my hands dirty. I need to get back to nature and to a place where I can't plug in my straightener or hair dryer.
It's out there, I can feel it on my finger tips. I'm on the cusp of something challenging, but great. Mmhm, I'll let you know when I find it.
