The last couple of months have been eventful, to say the least. Beyond the obvious (throwing my life on its head by quitting my job), I also went to Argentina for two weeks, and pretty much ran from life for as long as possible.

Luckily, all that travel time gave me the free time for some serious soul searching. I spent time looking at what was going on in my life, where it was going, and what I wanted to do with it (this will be a recurring theme right now here, because its a recurring theme in my life.) Between being at school for almost two weeks just before graduation (which brought back a whole host of emotions I didn't really want to deal with.) and being halfway across the world, there was plenty to dwell on. Looking back, I think I could have set up this change much better, but unfortunately I don't know that I had the opportunity. If I could go back, I would change things, but as it stands, i put myself into an unchangable position in March, and I feel like I made the most of a shit situation. Regardless, quitting was the right decision, even if I had nothing to move on to. I have felt better about life more in the last 3 months than I did in the 9 previously, and that in itself is all the evidence I need. I still do question myself sometimes though. I remember the first job I worked at the restaurant, I was bartending a corporate cocktail hour, a company with a contract with my old employer, actually. About halfway through, it hit me
"Holy shit, this was my life." I was sitting behind the bar, and the bar itself almost became a bridge to me. I saw where I was now, but on the other side, I saw people my age trying to make it in the corporate culture (and to their credit, apparently doing a better job than me). It shook me though, because on the outside it looks like I took such a step backwards. I know it isn't so, but its still hard to explain to, well, anyone else.