The epic plans I had for the last day of my vacation involved a bath, lots of time in the hammock, and lots of time on my computer. The reality involved a lot of sleep and four hours at work. Followed by a “Stranger Things” binge-fest and a little bit of writing. Plans never seem to go the way I want them to.
It has been two days since I started this post and I am no longer employed by that corporate restaurant job. I gave them six years and was let go because I decided to work at a bar on my days off. I’m a little nervous as to what this means for my future, but I believe it to be for the best.