This would have been moving week. The Tony's were meant to be this past Sunday. Being a seatfiller didn't seem like an easy possibility, so I'd watch from home and then move on Monday. But I never bought that one way ticket due to covid-19.
Yet, my calendar had this:
Did I book a flight without realizing it? I checked my covid spreadsheet, which lists all my cancelled travel. It wasn't there. I clicked on the email attached to the confirmation to figure it all out. A vendor mistakenly emailed over their flight itinerary with some invoices. It's their flight, not mine. It's just a coincidence that it's an LA to NY flight.
It's okay. I'll book that one way ticket eventually. I chatted with a friend yesterday. Somehow, she understood my motivations for wanting to change even though I have the "dream job." I did everything I was supposed to do and now I want to fuck shit up. She encouraged me to set boundaries, barter my tangible skill of accounting, and be open.
It makes me wonder whether people expect me to give up on this. But I guess that doesn't matter. It matters that I'm determined to go and make this leap.
Wish me happy landing
All I gotta do is JUMP
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