I think the past couple years with quarantine have been the hardest for me. I’ve always been a person who preferred a lot of alone time, but I also really enjoyed trying new things with people. I had so many passions that would change and evolve. Since quarantine started, I haven’t done anything. If I looked at my “year in review” here’s what it would be:

-worked as a sub at a middle school and barely got through the day everyday. Drank a lot of beer

-lost 20 pounds (not on purpose, mostly in muscle) 

-got a job as a teacher because my mom told me I should.

-committed to a rigorous college program to keep the job, proceeded to fail my courses and be placed on a special plan for this quarter

-realized I hate the job and the kids and now spend everyday hating my life more than ever before, feeling stuck, miserable, stupid, and overwhelmed

I did nothing, went nowhere, and on top of that I ignored all of my friends’ texts and calls because I didn’t want to leave the house any more than I had to. 

On the positive side, I got a new kitten and I love my 2 cats. Most days I’m holding on just for them.