The Only Thing Constant Is Change

I thrive on routine. Every morning at 5 a.m., I roll out my mat for an hour of power yoga. By 6:30, I’m out the door for a 3.5-mile walk through the woods with my dogs. This week, though, everything has been turned upside down and I guess I’m okay with that, but only because I have no choice. It’s been raining like a cow peeing on a flat rock for five days straight, and Dennis has Covid.

On top of that, I put in my notice at the humane society, and they asked me to stay for six months to find a replacement. Should I be flattered? Maybe. But I have a feeling the board is secretly hoping I’ll change my mind. They also asked me not to tell anyone yet, which is… odd. Their reasoning? To avoid drama. (Make of that what you will—I certainly have my own theories.) More on that later.

With this transition looming, the pressure is on to get my freelance career off the ground. My ultimate goal is to work from home (or anywhere, really) doing what I love, writing. I’ve got my website and LinkedIn page up and running, but honestly, I feel like I’m just spending money. I’ve shelled out for information I could have found for free, and LinkedIn wants a fortune for premium services that aren’t doing much for me. Meanwhile, the internet is overflowing with people offering to help me make money If I just hand over $49.99 a month for their exclusive secrets. In a world of fake news, scams, and general human debauchery, the whole process is more than a little overwhelming.

I know I don’t blog enough. I’ve published stories and worked on projects, but I rarely put my own thoughts or feelings out there. Probably because I assume no one gives two shits about them. But for the sake of science and my future freelance career, I’m going to give it a try.

A year from now, I hope I can look back on this post and say, Wow, I had no clue what I was doing, and look how far I’ve come. Instead of, Who knew the police tracked High Frequency? Also, I look terrible in orange.