It’s Spring Break, and it’s Saint Paddy’s Day. This time last year, I hated my job, I was displeased with the state of things with the Boy and looking into dating a new guy. I was convinced that I was making progress enough to start over with my life and avoid the depression.
Well, I was wrong. I wasn’t ready. I was still in flux.
This year, I like my job much better. Things are still not quite right with the Boy, but not in the same way at all. I’m not in the same apartment. I’m not in any apartment, actually. I’m staying with a friend while I find a place that I really really like and that is close enough to both work and my friends that I don’t give into the depression again.
One thing I learned from all the sadness and depression last year was that I need people in my life. I need to have friends around me. I’ve rearranged my life to a point where I’m mostly alone now. And, while I really like my new job, if I don’t get a social life going again, I’m going to fall prey to the same mess I was in last year. Continue reading