Recalculating.
It should absolutely be the worst time of my life. My bank account is less than glam, my dance card is empty, and it's taking me forty-damn-forevers to do something as simple as order blinds for my windows. One could ask, "Exactly how do you plan to buy anything, finish anything, or plan for anything whilst engaged in the dance of employment limbo with that less-than-glam bank account?"
But, I do.
And the funny thing about that "I do" is that it works magic.
Yes, it should absolutely be the worst time of my life. But, it's not!
Because, you see, the good thing about my dead end is I know for sure I can't go down this road any longer. Maybe you could say I won the lottery. How many people get a second chance to turn around or put it in reverse and back up? Dead Ends are a gift. On your way out you get to look at the scenery and see things that weren't quite apparent on your way in. You get to say thank you and a decent goodbye to the people who opted out. Oh, and those windows I don't have covered. Do you know what it is like to look out on the world with an unencumbered view?
Recalculating.
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