I think it’s about time for an existential crisis.
It’s been a while since I had a really good meltdown, so I think I will renew my membership to the club of crazies who just can’t figure life out RIGHT NOW.
Here’s the deal (all four of you reading this):
I don’t know what I’m about any more.
Or what the heck I want to do with my life.
(I’m not even talking long-term, like career goals and life-choices. I’m talking, “what am I going to DO WITH MY LIFE THIS WEEEEEEEEEEK?”) Commence intermittent crying and hysterical laughter.
Really.
I’m on the cusp of something new and I can feel it. But it isn’t a good feeling. It’s the feeling of an airplane landing. You know, that moment right after your ears pop and right before the wheels hit the ground and you remember that the earth might get mad because you defied its laws of gravity and had the audacity to fly.
It’s that moment.
Only it is lasting forever.
Here I am. On the cusp of something good, but all I can feel is the fear that landing is going to HURT.
And it is making me nauseous.
In this single week I have worked the last day at a job that had no business being as stressful as it was, accepted and started a new job that proved equally stressful, quit said new job, agreed to interview for a new new job next week, interviewed for a new new new job, been accepted to said new new new job, lay in bed restless because new new new job starts at 7:30 a.m. TOMORROW; meanwhile, looming interview for new new job has me antsy because it’s a job I really really want. Annnnnnnnddddddd, I still want to take a few months off and sit in a quite city in a state I’ve never known and just write write write.
Was that confusing to you?
Me too. But at least you’re not living it.
And then the airplane-is-landing-or-crashing feeling knots up and I think, writing? really? Be real Sarah. You’re a grown-up now. Act like a grown-up.
Cue *meltdown.*
YES! This is when SCREAMING helps.
Ah Sars, go ahead and scream. But lean into the crazy season for now – it won’t last forever. (It also won’t be the last one, most-likely!)
Ha! Thanks Kelley. In the midst of all the crazy, I realized I only heard the first few seconds of your last vox. *Oh dear*
Just so you know: I read all of your posts yesterday at work. Yes, all of them!
Also: I totally feel you here!
I think a day in Portland makes sense. Just saying!
AND you are awesome and your writing is incredible.
Is it terrible of me to say that I’m excited for whatever new is coming? Your life is such an adventure, and I love being your friend and keeping up with it!