The last time we met our heroine, she was working at Starbucks and Rung Boutique and boyfriend-less.
Now, eight months later,
I'm still working at Starbucks and Rung Boutique.
I've applied for many other jobs. I interviewed twice and was rejected for both. I'm starting to get pretty discouraged.
I'm still single as hell.
I'm trying online dating again, and pretty indifferent about it.
I did NaNoWriMo, and failed. But I'm still working on my novel, which is a change from the two previous years' attempts. I actually managed to create a story I care about. I might have even won this year if I didn't work twelve hour days.
I've discovered one of my problems with my lack of plan for my life
is too many choices. I get paralyzed by all the options. I could do
anything with my life, and that's what's overwhelming. Having too many
options is the same as having none.
I self isolate. The more time I spend alone, the more time I want to spend alone, until it all builds up and I feel completely and utterly alone...because I made it that way. So if I don't call or text, it doesn't mean I don't care. It just means I'm a hermit.
I love my two roommates even more than I did eight months ago. Honestly, I have no idea what I would do without them. They are family.