I'm angry today. And frustrated. And not feeling at peace. Right now I want to get out of nursing. I want to change jobs. Change careers. This has to be part of a mid-life crisis. I'm not sure what else it could be.
I'm 40 and I want to get bigger.
I'm 40 and I want a better job. I made more than ---k this year and I want a better job. That right there paints a sad picture. Spoiled, overblown expectations of a world outside my grasp.
And I sit at Clarke's right now, drinking my third drink, minutes away from my train and jotting down this bullshit.
- Clarke's is a bar at South Station in Boston, MA. I used to go there and have a drink or two before I got on my train after work, when I took the commuter rail - which is a fancy name for the long distance train. It took me from Boston to Walpole so I could drive home from Walpole.
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The final year of my 30's.
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