Recovery?

September did not start off great. Got laid off at work the week I drafted my plan to get promoted. The universe has quite the sense of humour, I must say. It hurt for the first 2 days, then it just did not hurt anymore. Life goes on. I have done a lot of material chasing these past few years and it had taken a huge toll on my body. I lost myself these past two years. Coleman came in clutch in September, so clutch. Allowing me to piggy back when she does her errands and letting me hang in her room talking about God & how we really did not like humans. It saved my life. Huge thanks to Filthy Fellas for taking me through the nights I’d be recovering from rejection emails I received during the day. If we hanged out during this period, you played a huge part in me not totally losing hope. If I avoided seeing you/calling you, I just did not want you to see me in this state. On the much brighter side, I completed things I would not have imagined I could complete if I had a job, you know? It is mind-boggling how productive you can be when the money in your account is reducing by the day, and you have not even sniffed “outside”. I also completed a 100KM running challenge in October (almost died), and I am about 9KM away from completing this month’s. I came out of this rough period with stronger limbs, a clearer mind, and a much better perspective on life. I should have drafted this in the beginning because I would have had a lot more to share, but hey, I am now okay, in a better space, and not unemployed. Hopefully, December is better!