Two months after getting back from Japan, I’m still unemployed. And I’m okay with that.
Mostly, I’ve been trying to get myself back on my feet, get some medial things taken care of, and make the most of my gainful unemployment while it lasts. My tablet and I have made daily outings around town to do some writing and editing work. Next month is a month-long write-a-thon called Camp NaNoWriMo, so I’m hoping to use that momentum to buckle down and get shit done.
Being unemployed has also given me plenty of time to be active. I spent a long, long time hating sports and hating the idea of working out. It always felt like an obligation, like a pressure, like something that people in my life were badgering me into for shallow reasons. My automatic instinct was to reject it out of spite. It took me a long time to realise that I could find something that was actually FUN for me, and do something that DIDN’T feel like torture or work. I was working out sometimes in Japan, but fell out of it when stress, anxiety, and an ankle injury all conspired to kill my motivation, re-kill it, and burn the corpse. Feels good to have resurrected it again.
Silly as it is, I’ve taken XKCD’s exercise model to heart. Yoga to level up my DEX, running to level up my CON, swimming for miscellaneous stat boosts. When you’re doing something you LIKE rather than forcing yourself to go through the motions of something you HATE, it gets a whole lot better. As it is with many things in life.
I’ve been catching up with old friends, though not as much as I’d like. It feels pretty lonely in the city sometimes, since so many of the people I used to know are living in other provinces and cities and countries now. But that’s okay. They’ll be back. I’ll go visit. The city’s even changed for the better since I left for Japan, and there’s a whole lot more groups and awesome people to hang out with than there used to be. Life goes on.
Now that summer’s here, there’s a whole city – a whole island – of awesomeness to explore. Writing on the beach with icebergs drifting past and fog rolling in with the caplin over the rocks? Epic.