In October, of all months. I'll take it.
I was expecting only a few flurries today, not the few inches of snow that has ended up on the ground.
It's been snowing on and off since 11am this morning and I must say I am very content with lounging in bed today (Le Sad Store actually closed early today. 5pm to be exact!), drinking hot chocolate and watching a very dumb movie on Liftetime.
I've not been in the mood to do much of anything lately (including writing) and the storm may be the pick me up I need to get me in better spirits. Do you ever feel immobilized by your own....indecisiveness. I feel like I am in a stalemate of sorts and it's not that I am stuck just simply taking at break at the crossroads because doing anything but remaining still hurts.
I haven't heard anything back about the job I applied for two weeks ago. And while I know the smart thing to do would be to send someone an email this Monday to inquire about the position, I don't feel up to it. I am simply wiped out from the job hunting process and I need a small break from trying to sell myself. Just until Thanksgiving has passed.
And for some reason, despite my utterly crappy week, with crappy news (the only sane manager left at Le Sad Store is leaving in a week) and crappy insane feelings for a soon to be 20 year old James Franco look-a-like (we talked about story writing this Tuesday, not because he is interested in writing, but because he is interested in me as a writer. Where did this kid come from? My inner, most, deepest dreams); the snow, which has a way of demanding that you pay it full attention, has been a nice distraction.
It has forced me to remain inside, clear my head, and watch the ground disappear underneath a cloth of fluffy snow.
And for some reason, even if it's just for a minute, the sight has made a world of difference.
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