I have kept myself really busy these last few months and I apologize for not being around as much as I used to be, and for not being as responsive as I usually am. I know that people come and go on this site pretty frequently, but I still feel a little bad when I can’t be part of this community as consistently as I would like. I have met such great people on this site.
I finally just got help at work so not every day is a 12-hour day for me anymore. Its hard to find it in you to write anything (at least anything coherent) when your job ties you to a computer for entire days at a time and your only free moments fall between the hours of 9 PM and 9 AM. Its been since May that I have been working that schedule, and its nice to have help again. The person they hired is young, perky, and excited–something that I used to be.
Free time actually feels weird now. I am so programmed to be attached to the system they use at work all day every day that I have had to stop myself from logging in and looking at it out of sheer force of habit. When did I become so indoctrinated into the mindlessness of this job?
Still, I am feeling “okay” lately. I can’t really say that I am happy or anything like that, but I don’t feel any other emotions either–so I will take that as a win. Maybe I have just numbed myself out though…
I do know that I am changing. Things and people that used to matter to me no longer do, my job used to be my biggest motivator because I wanted to exceed and to be really good at it (because its all I had to claim as an accomplishment), but I have come to realize that even that no longer serves me.
I guess you could say that I am in a little bit of a rut. I am going to be 40-years old in April, and I still don’t know what I am supposed to be doing in this life any more than I did when I was 18-years old. I am not sad that I am single, or that I have chosen the path that I chose…
…I just wonder if maybe I missed something along the way and was meant for more.
I have spent years being hopelessly in love with this one guy who is a friend of mine. Hoping that one day he would just “see” me, but he never has. He never will. Even the joy I used to find in our friendship has faded down for me lately, because its finally set in that I am never going to be enough for him no matter how great I am. Now that I think about it that makes me a little sad, but that seems to be the underlying theme of my entire love life thus so far. If I even am an option its never the first one.
Maybe I did something in my last life to warrant that? I have always thought the worst punishment a person could receive cosmically is to know what love is, to feel it and be in it, but yet to never have it reciprocated. It would be a life of constant heartbreak and disappointment. I guess that’s why love is so valuable though, because not everyone finds it.
This is in no way meant to be a “poor me” post by the way, this is just me releasing some of the things my mind has been harboring these past few months. I know that I have all the answers somewhere inside me, but I am always happy to get feedback from the people on this site-- even if its just that I am not alone.
Anyways, I should start getting ready for bed soon. Just wanted to check in. Hope you all are well.