it’s 11:45pm and i’ve got a meeting in the morning. early. yet somehow, here i sit. writing and not sleeping. while it is moderately annoying, random bouts of insomnia are something i’ve been dealing with for years. and for reasons that aren’t completely unclear, a dark cloud has developed over me. a cloud i hope to dispatch with some writing.
one of my best friends is leaving the island for greener pastures back on the mainland. i am sad. i’m sad she’s leaving, even though i’m glad she’s potentially found her dream job. it’s good that she knows what she wants to do and has maybe has a chance to do it. admittedly, i’m a bit jealous, though i can’t imagine a job at this point that would compel me to leave this place. maybe it’s because i still don’t know what i want to do. i still don’t have a dream job.