Out with the Old, but I’m Not Feeling New

It’s been a few days now that I’ve tried writing this same post, and the only progress I have made in this endeavor is binge watching seasons 3 and 4 of UnREAL and finish  bag of savory kale and spinach chips. It’s nearly 3am and this is probably the fifth iteration of this post. So I’m just going to write and put it all out there unfiltered in good ol’ stream of consciousness style.

​For anyone who may just be jumping in to read about my escapades, oh you’ve got some catching up to do! The simplest way, and frankly the most boring way to say it without the melodrama and the quarter life crisis, if you can call it that, is that within the span of a week I went from employed on Monday , to quitting my job Tuesday, Wednesday I saw my fellow Academy interns and got inspired, and by Thursday it was my first day at my new job. Most people need a double take and I have gotten tired of having to recreate the scenes that caused this whole week to unfold the way it did. Of course I love talking about my life like I’m pitching my own reality show, I’d just rather save my effort for the time when I actually meet the network head that realaizes the goldmine that is Will Samayoa.

Despite being in a new office, with a new and exciting role with an amazing team and amazing projects, I’m still feeling stagnant. Like today, I came back from having lunch with a friend and my plan was to grab drinks and then go out with two other friends. Instead of having a #TGIF worthy Friday, I ended up staying in and binge watching the aforementioned show. At one point, I stood up and walked over to the bathroom mirror. The floor was cold under my bare feet, my contacts were dry and itching after enduring a full day on, and surprisingly my hair hadn’t gone flat or started to curl like it usually does by the end of the day. For the most part, I looked pretty normal, I would even say decent. And so I thought to myself, ‘Why haven’t you done more today?’ 

I thought long and hard, even wrote down things I could have been doing with my time, and Italy hit me like that rogue soccer ball that have a minor concussion my first year in high school. It was fast, unexpected and unpleasant. I had no legitimate reason to not be doing more with my day.