A part of the reason I started this blog is because I'm currently partaking in the fun world of job searching. Ooh... Ahh...
To be quite frank: Some days I think God has something better waiting for me and the dog walking job probably wouldn't get me anywhere anyways, some days I want to bang my head against a wall until it's a mushy apple, some days I think about buying a one-way to Paris to find love and champagne, then some days I want to say to hell with it all and start a T-shirt company (an endeavor I still haven't omitted). Since I can't land a waitress job (yet), I've thought about stripping in the meantime but when you've got tits that flop allover the place, the last thing you want to do is flap them up and down on a pole- not to mention the belly flopping (there'd just be a lot of flapping and flopping and nobody wants that). This is where I should probably take a shot of whiskey for being so candid with you all.
Back to dog walking... I frantically called a friend one night with these overwhelming feelings asking her for her advice on life and blogging. She reminded me that I wasn't the only one going through this and that there are probably a lot of other people feeling lost and unsure of what to do with themselves. Maybe if I blogged about my experience it would not only help myself, but perhaps help others not feel so alone in this as well.
So... Ok. Is this is where I tell people they are not alone? Actually no, I'm not going to because I think it's more than that. I know I'm not alone but I can also pride myself in saying a lot of other people would've given up, packed their bags, and headed back to the Midwest. Back to the safety of their parent's home, or to those less fortunate, turning to darker ways in order to get by. I, along with many others, have been to both places and that's what I'm here to tell you about. Stayed tuned for Part 2 where I will tell you about how I got to this place of asking myself: What am I doing with my life?
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