This week’s song of the week is ‘Weightless’ by All Time Low, and is presented alongside a few announcements.
1) As of today, I’m out of a job.
2) I have a new job lined up for June 1st but I’om going to have to pull the stops out to make myself a living over the next few weeks!
3) Unfortunately I have had to bring this year’s NaPoWriMo to a close. Recent times have been extremely stressful and so I don’t have the spare energies necessary for good quality creative writing right now. I am proud of what I HAVE written and that shall be enough.
This song is one that I turn to when things go a wee bit wrong. Just… off balance, or off track. Not quite what they should be. This state of affairs with a gap between my steady employments wasnt really what I wanted but here we are, so let’s make the best of it and know that better times are coming soon.
This job was a grand experiment, which has had mixed results. I got a lot of stress and a fair amount of dissatisfaction from the role, but I also met some good people and picked up some new ideas, which was something I am pleased to take forward. I am glad that it’s coming to an end swiftly rather than being prolonged though. I hate the notion of being trapped somewhere when the exit light is turned on, it is so much easier to cut ties and get gone.
So what lies ahead? Well in the short term I am not entirely sure. There are a few things in the mix – agency work, tutoring, writing enquiries. We shall see what comes of those. I’m open to job offers too – please make use of the ‘contact’ page if you have something that might suit my skills.
‘Weightless’ sums up my feelings at the start of this week and at the foot of the month ahead, which is looking a bit like a mountain right now. But even though this might not be my weekend, I am still convinced it is going to be my year.
‘Manage me, I’m a mess
Turn a page
I’m a book, half unread
I wanna be laughed at, laughed with
I wanna feel weightless
And that should be enough
But I’m stuck in this fuckin’ rut
Waiting on a second hand pick me up
And I’m over getting older
If I could just find the time
Then I would never let another day go by
I’m over getting old
And maybe it’s not my weekend
But it’s gonna be my year
And I’m so sick of
Watching all the minutes pass
As I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
‘Cause I’ve been going crazy
I don’t want to waste another minute here’
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