Today is day one of my (hopefully temporary) funemployment, or, as I like to call it, waiting-for-a-job-to-happen-around-me-while-working-on-my-tome. I have to be honest - I don't see what the big deal is.
I woke up when my body wanted to wake up, which happened to be around 10:30 (i know), went running (I KNOW), took a shower and now I'm sitting at this coffee shop (iiiii KNOW), trying to figure out what to do next. I forgot my headphones (rookie mistake), so I'm forced to listen to whatever hipster, jazz-infused, french music they have on in here. That's not to say that I don't enjoy some good hipster, jazz-infused french music, I just like to have choices.
Having a job gets in the way of a lot of things; friendships, cleaning, doing the dishes, exercise, showering, creativity. In an effort to take full advantage of all of this impending free time, I've compiled a list of all of the things I want to do during my short stint as an unemployed cliche. Please let me know if you can assist me in achieving any of the following:
*I want to write; maybe start working on a show or a book of essays. Hell, even one essay would be great at this point. This blog entry feels like a huge achievement.
*I want to work out every day. I ran to the monument and back this morning (1.5 miles?) and I am in full-blown jelly legs. This makes me sad.
* I want to paint my apartment. The never-ending project that I've been working on since, oh, March. As Gaga is my witness, I will finish this.
*I want to see all of the people who I'm always too busy to see. Friends, former teachers, colleagues, dare I say - new friends? Let's have some hard-core quality time.
* I want to relax. This is novel for me, I'm so used to go-go-go-GOING. I'm not going to let that happen this time. I will not fill up the white space with unnecessary noise. I am not blind to the humor in my planning structured time to relax.
*I want to read (see above). I haven't read a full book in well over a year. I am determined to finish at least ONE book over the next month.
Most importantly, I want to not be in this coffee shop for another minute. I can't do most of the things on my list while sitting at a coffee shop, eavesdropping on the woman at the next table who is frantically planning her upcoming nuptials with a very manic planner/photographer. More about them later, I'm sure.
