I keep thinking to myself “what’s next?”
It’s a fair question right? I mean, in the past two years I’ve kind of worked all over the place, there hasn’t been a point where I haven’t worked 2 jobs in years.
I know food and wine are kind of my life, but I don’t know how to vacation. I haven’t had a legitimate vacation in many many months, and I’m legitimately not OK with it.
But I can never commit to planning something (or anyone for that matter) so far in advance.
Deep reflections must happen, more wine must be drunk.
Significantly less self loathing must happen.
That’s what tumblr is for I guess.