So, in about 24 hours, I will be unemployed - again - for the second time this year. Am I freaking out? Shockingly no. I know I can collect unemployment again which will help contribute somewhat to our household income. I have the opportunity to begin an Event Management internship in the Fall that will bring in a whopping $150/month. Clint is still happily working at the most recession-proof company in the WORLD. Moneywise, I am not terribly concerned. We will manage just fine.
What is plaguing me is what started to affect me last time. Lack of a hobby or something to do. After the novelty of sleeping in, staying in pajamas until Clint comes home from work (I had to appear that I did something with my day) and watching a ton of TV and reading a lot of books wore off, I found myself somewhat bored - almost to the point of numbing sadness. Sleeping in turned into sleeping until Clint came home. And forget reading (although I do admit to devouring the Twilight series during that period of time).
I know I can go to the gym. I have really tried to promise myself that I will make a commitment to fitness seeing as I will have plenty of time to go to the gym and I want to lose about 20 pounds. Yes, 20 pounds. I said it. It’s a lot, but I need to lose it.
But the gym won’t keep me busy all day - 7 days a week. What do I do with the other 23 hours that I will not be working out? There are only so many walks I can take with Wilson, so many loads of laundry I can finish, groceries I can buy, pictures I can print, cleaning I can do, and eyebrows I can tweeze. Once all of that is done, by say, next Wednesday, I will be sitting in bed trying to think of something to motivate me to get up.
Not trying to make this post so depressing or buzz killing - I am just trying to put into words what I am thinking about these past couple of weeks. It’s the constant question of What Am I Going To Do? Not only for these next couple of months but for the rest of my life?
