“No good deed goes unpunished,” I thought as I deftly chopsticked my third piece of salmon sushi from the platter. Thirty years old, two months from unemployment, one year from marriage, six months into full-fledged homeownership. Staring into the great wide open.
Swish in the soy sauce. Nose scrunched at the lack of wasabi.
My goal in life was to graduate from college. No one I’d grown up with had done it. So, I did. I took the scenic route. At 23, after spending four years fighting my roots in community college, I graduated from UCLA with a bachelor’s of art in music history. I had accomplished my goal, met my future fiancé, and my options were (seemingly) wide open. No job, though.
I artfully stumbled into a job with a music consultant, which gave way to my current job at a small talent management company. And I have not-so-artfully begun the stumbling exit.
So, now I’m going to write everyday about an interesting experience or observation simply because I have to. I’m lost without it (writing), and I think this daily meditation will hone my craft, uncover some truths, and remind me of me. Who I was before I was just this job.