My life transitions have usually been slow. Mapped out in advance, like a family vacation.
The last two months have been getting in the car and driving. No maps. No destination. Just grab your sunglasses, put on your favorite mixtape, and drive.
It's scary to do something without a plan. But it is also liberating. I think it can be so easy to fall into a routine, even if deep down you know it's not the right routine for you. Eventually, you either succumb to being eternally unhappy or take what feels like impossible risks to secure happiness. Take the risk. Playing it safe never got anyone anything, except boredom.
Sorry for the inspirational jargon.
My funemployment is likely nearing its end. My initial reaction was mixed. I didn't have enough time. I had only scratched the surface of my plans. But I'm not dead. I can still do projects and write.
The end is only the beginning. (Is that a line in a Semisonic song? Yikes.)