it’s like i just left ‘what could have been’ and haven’t gotten to ‘what could be’. it’s like i’m in purgatory.
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god.
me, too.
could we all perhaps have a conversation about this in toronto in july, akin to that ‘money does/doesn’t buy happiness’ one? that one was pretty life-changing. i need another kick-in-the-ass convo like that.
yes we can. it ought to be interesting.
hmmm… how was the money conversation life changing?
well, in summary:
1. i argued that No, money doesn’t buy happiness
2. i argued that yaser should quit his job, since he hated it so much, even if they paid him well
3. he asked me, ’so. do you like YOUR job?’
4. i said, No – and realized i had to end that misery, once and for all
5. i came back from TO and submitted my resignation two weeks later
and that was that.
now i’m in this limbo/purgatory stage.
pretty life-changing for all of us, that december. i heart you all very much.
=) i heart you very much, too, fathima.
(except when you’re being an asshole. bwahaha)
get a blog you two…