June 25th - The last day of work before my 30 day self imposed "leave of absence" begins.
I have been at my desk job, at a Big Company which shall not be named for over two years. It's tough for me to complain about my job because it's simple and no-frills so I get leave at 5 p.m. everyday and have the evenings and weekends free to not care about Big Company, along with average-good pay and health insurance. Who the hell am I to complain???
But...there's always a but. But it's safe and boring and sometimes I feel so. fucking. empty. every morning and for eight precious hours a day. Hours that I know I'll one day wish I had back to live in a way that feels fulfilling and not wasted chasing a buck.
I've taken to napping away my lunch hour under a desk in an unused portion of the huge office Big Company occupies and I wake up groggy and with my face covered in drool and I waste the remaining hours on some stupid website or watching a depressing show about hoarders or addicts.
So. I have a little money saved up, and I'll be moving into a new home in the beginning of July. I would love nothing more than to put energy into creative endeavors, to focus my attention on my new home and fulfill myself with DIY projects and healthy cooking and making sure the pets are happy. Home-cooked meals, hands-on projects and exercise and trips to the farmer's market.
So that's what I'll be doing for the month of July and maybe beyond...(god I hope "and beyond"). June 25th can't come fast enough.