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.

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.


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.


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.