"I'm lost, homeless, & jobless and trying to navigate it and end up lost riding a bicycle in the middle of nowhere, my iPhone doesn't work, before my alarm goes off to do another workday."
My genetically worrisome brain goes to bed at night, worrying about my worthiness when it comes to the future, and the present. It thinks about all of the worst-case scenarios and dreams about it at night.
Typical Dream: I'm lost, homeless, & jobless and trying to navigate it and end up lost riding a bicycle in the middle of nowhere, my iPhone doesn't work, before my alarm goes off to do another workday.
There was a point in time where I would take my job to sleep at night. I'd wake up in the morning, lacking sleep as a result, no confidence, repetitively begrudgingly facing another day. I forgot how much I wanted to do what I do in the first-place years ago, before I had this opportunity. Work from home. Check. Do web stuff. Check.
But something "clicked" a few weeks ago in my head. In the 10, going on 11 years, at this job, there hasn't ever been something that I haven't been able to figure out. Okay, maybe 2 or 3 things I had to reach out to my team about, but this is what I've always wanted to do! Web stuff vs. IT. Why would I hate it?
My nature is to solve problems. Some of them can be intimidating--yes! But after an hour or two, sitting at my desk at home, I'm just glad people can't witness my physical winning dance, writing that note on a ticket, and closing it.
I like the daily challenges. I'm bored with pretty much everything else in life and lack intellectual hobbies at this point. What was I so worried about?
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Currently a Lakewood Ranch, Florida resident, Philip has authored various interactive blog websites since the early 2000’s. Most content will be based primarily on matters of opinion as usual.
