Back to School for Spinsters
And other childless people
I had a friend who was childless; whenever in a group where parents were talking about their kids, she would talk about herself. I thought she was a self-absorbed dumb fuck and didn’t ever want to end up like her, no husband, no kids.
At that time, I still had hope and was in my childbearing years (now I am her, and karma can be a bitch)
Thankfully, my view on this has changed. I try not to define my worth by my marital status, but childlessness is something I have to face a lot in this world.
Today, I woke up ready to write but did not know what to write besides my resume. I was prepared to take on the day, ready to begin a routine or start a new project. It is September, after all, and I have spent the summer being free and workless after leaving an unmanageable job. I have been so off that I haven’t even written anything.
I left a job that paid the bills; it was stressful with endless deadlines (do I see a pattern here?), fast-paced, and just too much for one person. I am surprised I lasted the 8 months that I was there. I had a fun summer; I spent a lot of time with family, road trips, had a visit from my bestie, and started a new romance. I have been busy.
In my procrastination of resume writing, I went out to sweep the fallen flowers…
