I just know my life has more purpose than this. I know it. There's something I should be doing, but of course, my clueless ass is coming up with nothing. I want to write--something. It doesn't even have to be for publication. But what about? This is a time where people who have drive are making ways for themselves. Knocking down doors that were never meant to be open. What the hell am I doing? Am I still considered as having a "Quarterlife Crisis" at 28? *If not, remind me to change the name of this blog.
The light at the end of the tunnel is one of my co-workers put her two-week notice in. I have a feeling since my sups know I'm over here skating for my check, they're going to give me some of her communications responsibilities. They can keep that development stuff. I don't fundraise, I write.
In other news, I attended my 10-year high school reunion. I had a blast! I'm so thankful that I had a great high school experience because I realize that everyone did not. I will say this though: It's a shame that 10 years later, when you bring a group of people together, it's like high school all over again. The "in" crowd versus the "other" people. It's not a good look. Just proof that adults really never grow up. Could it be that we as tax-paying, homeowning folks are really just teenagers playing "dress-up"?