Yesterday was a breakdown day. One rejection after another, mounting stress about (lack of) money, general bad feelings about an ongoing, poor job search equals one weeping, sniveling mess on the couch.
So I did what you do when you're sick of your own depression and malaise. I went to the beach. Dog and I got into the car and off we went to the beach for a romp around and some serious ocean time. Dog made friends of the four-legged variety while I looked for sea glass and interesting rocks. We both came home tired out but happy. On the way home we did the other thing that you do when you're sick of yourself--grocery shop. I bought plenty of fresh veg, fruits, and some delicious sausages. Oh. Yeah. And some chocolate croissants. They are crack-laced on all levels--they're frozen, then you leave them out on the counter overnight to proof and in the morning they are deliciously yeasty and light. A little egg wash and some oven time and they're buttery, flaky and breakfast heroin.
I also decided that rather than longing for a copywriting job and slamming my head against the wall of Administrative Assdom, I will just put up a freaking WordPress and some samples already and go after it. If something isn't working, try something else. Anything else.
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