I’ve been depressed the past couple weeks. Mostly because of my job. I don’t feel appreciated. I don’t see any career progression. It’s sad that your self-esteem can be so closely tied to your career. I should just get over it. So many people who don’t have jobs who would do anything to be in my position, yet I’m a whiny bitch about the situation. Ironically, I’ve been approached by recruiters and hiring managers and I don’t do a single thing about it. I don’t return their calls. I archive job emails where I’m the perfect candidate. I’m smack in the middle of career stasis.
I wish I had one of those personalities where I could be light and carefree, but I don’t—which is why I take Wellbutrin.
Feeling glum, an email came through from a friend on the other side of the world. She ended it with, “Much love to Aunty Vixen from mini-fans Rowan & Jordan.” That one tiding changed my attitude momentarily. So many things in life to be happy about. Stop your crying.