It’s hitting me today. I knew it would happen sooner or later. Over the last 5 days, I’ve had brief freak-outs, but it hadn’t really hit me. Now’s the time for that, evidently.
I paid bills this morning. And I looked at what’s left. And I thought, “This is it, this is all I have.” Of course that’s not exactly true. I still have my severance check coming, and unemployment, so I know that’s not really it. But it feels that way.
(Side note – while writing, WordPress suggests tags for the post based on keywords. My recommended tags are: University of Oklahoma, Landry Jones, Colleges and Universities. Now, why on earth would they recommend those tags? Do you see anything in what I’ve written so far to suggest I tag this post that way?)
Back to my freak out.
Holy crap, I don’t have paid health insurance! Not that I’m a sickly individual, but do you know how much COBRA costs? Anyone want to get married and add me to their health insurance?
On the bright side, I did start writing last night. I have a story idea, and I wrote down some plot points, lines of dialogue, scene ideas, etc. Did some research. I think it’s a pretty cool idea – we’ll see how the final product turns out.
Still working on bulldozing my place. I wasn’t quite as diligent last week as I intended, since I ended up with far more time on my hands than I thought I would. I need to buckle down and get it done, though. Clear out the clutter so I can breathe.
I think I’m going to go take some happy pills now. I think I need them. (Don’t worry, it’s just Evening Primrose Oil.)
And then, before publishing this, I went to check my email and got some bad news about a friend. Breakdown complete. Going to go take a shower so I can cry as much as I want. I’m sure to feel better after that, right?