I can’t put a finger on it but for some reason – or reasons – I’m not at all motivated to write lately. About anything.
Work is going well enough – with a sigh of relief I was just told this week that my contract’s been extended another year – though I was mistakenly expecting a permanent contract, I’m more than happy to accept. While a verbal confirmation from my group lead is all I can get for now, the cynic in me won’t be at ease until I actually have the physical, paper and ink contract in front of me for signing. And even that may not be enough. All this anxiety over how to make a living is taking it’s long sweet toll and all I can be is hopeful that I’ll make it to the finish line with my dignity intact. In the meantime, life will have to go on, and a margarita or two at the end of an interesting workweek is enough life affirmation for now.