Wed, Aug 31, 2022, Does it even matter?

Symptom tracker: 6 (0= free; 10= baseline; 20 = worst day); yesterday 10 

I had some weird dreams that don't make any sense. #nosigns

It would seem like I'm getting better but I don't feel better. I've also calmed down a bit than even 40 minutes ago.

I hate waking up to an alarm.

I think I got really excited on Monday because a recruiter had contacted me, but I haven't heard from them since.

I even got my hair done yesterday because I wanted to get that out of the way.

Then I got my Hinge data. I waited all those days to get nothing useful. It doesn't tell me what happened to the like I sent out. I don't care about data that I can already see.

Womp, womp.

I'm in a 4 hour meeting that started at 7a EST.

Can you imagine if I were in Seattle right now, it's be 4a. Torture!

I just vacillate between - does it matter? If it doesn't matter, just do it. If it doesn't matter, don't do it. Just die.

The thought of just going away for the 8 weeks while I complete this CBT training also sounds like a good idea. 

(side note: my braids are so tight, I'm a bit miserable)

It's weird that even though I'll send a casual prayer up, I don't even fully believe what I'm saying. Like, if you're there, please help, but if not, I get it.

I thought I was going to have all this energy today to do the tasks to prep to leave this weekend.

I think the recent Hinge data just spun me into some mild rejection spiral. That and the two emails I sent to people from Call Center 2 asking if there were openings went unanswered. Then I remembered a message I sent to someone from old team also went unanswered. Then of course just the silence from recent job apps.

Also, I've been to Seattle 3 times already and haven't made any friends. 

I ended up deleting Hinge yesterday. I only have CMB left. I had all these things I thought I would get done today during this four hour meeting, but I have no motivation.

Then one of my committee members got COVID after attending a conference in a hotel. That takes the October conference I was considering attending with my aunt off the table.

Do I just go to Seattle and cocoon?

What is the thing that will cause me the least amount of distress?


40 minutes later...

I started a load of laundry and home dry-cleaned my down comforter for the winter. Wee! I loaded the dishwasher and spot cleaned some high food areas. Still need to wipe down counters, but that's easy. Once I finish laundry, it's an easy 2 clicks to get the dishwasher started.  Because of my fear of water issues, I prefer not to run the dishwasher and laundry at the same time if I can help it. So I might just run the dishwasher tonight.

Because I sleep and work-from-home in the same clothes, my laundry is very minimal. It's more just sheets and towels.

I'm still plotting as though I'm leaving this weekend, just in case. And really, all I'm doing is tidying up my house, so the effort isn't lost although undesirable. 



Tues, 8/30/22

 Symptom score: 10 (0 is free, 10 is baseline, 20 is despair)

Yesterday was an 8. So I feel 20% worse?  Probably 25%.

Believing in signs is funny.

Funny how in the last couple of days there have been no mention of that boy's name or Seattle except for places I looked up.

The world.

Funny how I no longer feel this assurance that I'll meet someone next Fall. 

So what was that about? Did my choices change future outcomes?

Hinge still hasn't emailed me about my data download.

Yesterday evening I was so sure I needed to run away to Seattle again. I can't get Mean Therapist's words out of my head - you're running away.

Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing. Is that so wrong?

At this point, the key things I want to accomplish from this trip:

- Not be here

- Not be here for the long (Labor Day) weekend

- Not be here for October where I may have a light workload

How will I know my life is worth living? My symptom tracker is at 0 for the rest of my life. 

Some other thoughts:

Blueground's sales were tempting me but in a moment of lucidity, I actually calculated total cost, and even when I took out the refundable deposit, Hello Landing was a few dollars cheaper! Well actually, at first it was a few dollars more (but not the hundreds of dollars more it seemed), but when I adjusted my dates, Hello Landing was cheaper. 

Blueground does just have the most beautiful apartments. 

I decided to refocus my energy on Green Lake.

I liked living downtown and being close to previous haunts, but I also had been dreaming of lake life. 

It doesn't help that I have a ton of work to do today. Maybe if I can put a dent in it, I'll feel better. 

Oh, I got a message from a colleague today that one of the softball teams was looking for someone. Was that a sign to stay? 

Ha! That's when I can brush it off and say, I don't believe in signs. I almost want to book my ticket and buy my lodging to spite this devilish twist. 

It's not a sign, it's just a new data point. It might just be an outlier. It's softball season. People are looking for players. It has nothing to do with me and my life.


Monday Update

 So I did my 2 big work tasks for the day. I have quite a few menial but time consuming tasks to get done by Thursday. I hope to get them done tomorrow and then spend Wed and Thursday authoring and editing. Groan.

I tried looking up some copy editing jobs since I had the great idea to try to make that a side thing. Then my stomach did flip flops. 

I actually don't love editing. 

Luckily there weren't too many openings that made sense.

Applied to a few more Med Info jobs - I love to self-injure, we know that to be true.

Although I sink in and out of the depths of despair with the last boy, I still got Seattle on my mind.

If I can secure a second job, I'll at least have the funds to make the trip/move make sense.

Blueground is having some really good deals on rentals right now that is making me say Flock It, just go anyway.

My objectives for the trip are changing.

From chasing boys > urban wellness retreat > to who knows!

Part of me just wants to pack up some random stuff and just mosey on out of here. I don't have a sustainable hair style though, but why bother!

If I'm just going aimlessly, I don't need cute outfits.

I'm tired of thinking about it.

There was a thought of just slowing down and letting go of boys and dreams and objectives and just trying to savor the next four months. So of course, the next thing I do is apply to a bunch of jobs.

One already messaged me. I thought it was kind of a long shot and it was one of those 'evergreen' positions that they always have an open req for in case people quit. But the recruiter already contacted me...via text.

So I know I can't take it too seriously. The initial concern is that it's 'hybrid' so not fully remote. But we shall see. 

It's weird to reflect back on the last decade and realize I'm just older. I don't have any friends. My important family died. 

I came here to get this degree and move on. But I didn't move on. I TRIED! I didn't move on, but not for lack of trying.

Given that there's no destiny, thus no "right choice," I feel both free and paralyzed at the same time.

That's why I just want to get out of my head and go.

Even if it's just laying on the couch all day. 

It felt really good for one of the jobs to contact me already! I'm trying to just submit and forget it, but we know ye old brain.

I guess it's hard to break out of the mindset of my version of extreme frugality. Am I not giving myself enough time to adjust?

I'm ready for a change, I guess that part is true. That's consistent.

What else is true.

(Oh the thing I was thinking about early this morning and a bit over the weekend. I tended to go for extremes. In the dead of winter in rural Illionis, I wanted to live in Arizona. I wanted to feel the opposite...when really, I just wanted a milder winter.) 

So I think if I can just find what exactly I'm looking for in between my extremes, that can help.

Seattle

- I liked walking everywhere

    - but more for the exercise and less as preferred mode of travel

    - more because I felt freer and less caged in and less as a preferred mode of travel

- I liked being around eateries

- I liked proximity to the waterfront and water view (but it was cold and the weather was unpredictable)

- I liked where I lived downtown - because it was close to a Target and Asian food store where I could get grocery staples and a few quick hot bites (not particularly tasty, but got the job done). But I also got a dress from Target and some other miscellany

   - I like it for the not pre-planned single girl in me

   - I like it for the life I'm living currently (#0FlocksGiven)

That's all for now.


Mon, Aug 29, '22

 Latest symptom tracker: 8 (baseline:10, worst day: 20)

I woke up sad an anxious as usual. Are these St. John's wort's supplements even helping. 

It's funny how dreams come and go. It's funny how sure I am of things and then in the next instant just as equally unsure. It's funny how it's really not funny at all.

Thoughts this weekend in Mean Brain Spiral:

- Message the boy

- why did I message the boy

- I hate that I did that! Why do I keep plunging myself in this death spiral

- i feel rejected!

- I want to delete these apps! 

- I want to go back in time!

- I was just getting over this boy, why have I put myself back in this place!

- create catfish profile; stalk him; match him

- request data on Hinge to see if he already rejected me or is keeping me on ice

- why did I do this? 

- I see he's online, so make a decision; he's actively not messaging you back, isn't that the same as a rejection; round up to he's already deleted the match? or keep waiting?

- why hasn't he responded to the catfish profile? does he suspect it's me?

- I just want to die. Maybe I'll re-start the death countdown. I think I'll set the countdown from Sep 1, 2022 to Aug 31, 2023. The last day of my life will be Aug 31, 2023. I can't take much more of this. I'm tired of being alone, forgotten, unloved, bottom of the stack. Why not just die today then? Well... I think few people get to experience every single last day calendar day knowing it's their last. Even chronically ill patients know the day is coming, but rarely do they know it's definitely the last July 2 or birthday, or Aug 7... and everyone else dies abruptly. This will be the ultimate test of patience and last thing I can definitely control the outcome of. No more wishing and praying or giving it 1 more year. 

- I'm not ready to die, this is basically only 1 year of living a life with no or low responsibilities and I didn't even get to enjoy it. 

- Maybe I'll set a new metric. If I can make x amount of money, I'm definitely moving to Seattle for a year.

- signed up on Bungalow to do roommate matching, but not ready to give all my personal info just yet

- getting rid of the apps at the end of this month; i hope hinge will give me my data before then. 

- if $825/mon is what I need to run the NC household, then I at least need a part-time job to make that much; but I can't help but think of the extra $30k I need to live comfortably in Seattle; I'd be more comfortable making at least that much to make the move

- Started actively searching for second jobs

- I think the roommate experience if only for a few months will kickstart my new life; I'm guaranteed to meet a handful of people

- Why am I even in NC? I've known for a while this isn't the place for me; it's where my dreams died; it's where my spirit died; oh yeah, I'm staying because it's where I am going to die.

- I wish I could believe God would take care of me if I chased my dreams, but I know I'll get a poop sandwich. Something devastating will happen, and I'll just have to be thankful that "at least, x,y,z."

- Am I willing to bet my life on an unstable outcome?

- I read another blogger - Tight Fisted Miser- who has had more than his share of ups and downs; unlike many other FIRE/frugal bloggers, his path has not been a linear trajectory

- Can I survive a Seattle winter? 6 months of cold rain? 

- I remember thinking when I lived in IL how I never wanted to be cold again; so I moved to these hot states. At the time, I was so sure I wanted to live in Arizona!

- It gets pretty cold here in the winter, but I guess it's not as cold and terrible as it could be. 

It would just be easier to be dead instead of all these monumental efforts to make major changes for slightly better outcomes.


Everyone's favorite catfish is back

 So this time I invented Catfish Rachel. In a moment of who-gives-a-flock, I sent the boy a message on Hinge.  I had vacillated between sending a question so I could elicit a response but I went with a flirty text instead.

He has not responded! The nerve. I thought I could give him until end of August, but really sir what are you doing? 

So I created another burner profile to both check on him and see if he matches her. Ha! I don't know why I thought I was going to be the bigger person and didn't do this when we were still talking to get the tea.

I was watching yet another TV show that motivated me.

Oh well.

By that time, I'd kind of decided this Seattle trip wasn't happening.

I mean ...the Meetups that got me excited last weekend were all kind of fizzing out by September. I technically haven't been asked out on any dates, and it's been a month, so that would've been a month wasted.

And I wanted to know once and for all if I was still chasing a boy who had no interest in me. It wasn't a mistake. I couldn't go back in time and unsay what I said.

So knowing that there was no hope of reconciliation, did Seattle still hold its appeal.

I started to think through 2023, I saw the following

- Mid-Jan to mid-Feb: Sneak away to Caribbean or US VI 

-  Rest

- Memorial Day to Labor Day: Seattle bound!

- Sept: rest

- Oct: take a week long trip somewhere

- Winter shutdown: sneak away somewhere

I'm just so disappointed with life. I hate that The Final Countdown doesn't even motivate me anymore. It's like the tiniest sliver of hope that I might do it.

I had another undesirable interaction with a local boy on the app. Ugh, I didn't need anymore evidence. I hate when I let other people's casual comments challenge my entire worldview.

I know this place is not my place and these are not my people. I don't need to date in this pool. We have developed frontal lobes. 

We don't need to try every stupid thing to know it's not for us. I can never eat poo mixed with pepper to know that's not for me. Duh! I'm not an infant.

So yes, all the feels. 

Between that bad day with therapist; the recent Seattle job rejection; the boy silently rejecting me - how rude! 

The other thing I was thinking to bring things into perspective - as much as I'd like to think I can keep working, can I though? 

A confession of sorts

 It's another August weekend that I decided to spend marooned in my room. I'm smelly and sticky. Last night I went to Chipotle (twice because they messed up my order) and I could comfortably drive with the windows down (i.e. No AC!).

Fall is upon us, friends.

Here's a confession, friends. Part of why I delve into all the inner workings of my dysfunctional brain is that I WAS SO SURE this story would have a happy ending. I so wanted my life to be the hero's journey.

I thought surely this would the testimony we all long for. The comeback story. You would get to see this person pull herself out from the depths of despair and live this wonderful life.

There was no way her story just ends like that. 

Isn't that why we love reading all the FIRE blogs. You overcome these obstacles and reach this amazing goal...and obviously live happily ever after. 

Maybe that's why a girl who is afraid of the dark can't stop watching true crime. I can relate to the victim's families. That feeling of WTF. It's never going to get better. The life I planned for myself with this person I loved will never come to pass.

It's like a virtual grief circle. 

What was the point of this.

Re-reading my old sad stories isn't helping me. There is no victory lap. This is all there is, and we die. Unfortunately for me, I'm stuck in this life until something snatches me away from it. Because want as I might, I was unable to actually take my own life. So I'm stuck here with all of you. 

I guess it'll take probably a few more years to actually fully understand what this means. I have to quiet that sense of urgency and timing and looking for answers. There are none. We're all just mindless ether taking up space until the next wave of beings come. 

Anyway, I've been dabbling with keeping a spending journal, like they do on Money Diaries or I've seen done on a couple of blogs. Not sure how inspiring that is for anyone, but sometimes they're fun to read. But it's less about the money and more about the story for me.

My mental state at this point is a broken record - this is not the life I want and there's nothing else I can do about it. Woe is me. 

I'm hoping over the next few months until the end of the year to just transition away from talking much about it. 

I still love a good money problem. Still daydreaming about Seattle, I'd looked up another cost of living calculator and those estimates made a lot more sense.

Basically I think I could live a pretty comparable life in Seattle on about $60k/year (i.e. 2x as much as a comfortable life here in NC; and 3x as much as my FIRE budget; and 4x as much as my COVID budget). 

Here's the monthly breakdown:

Housing: $2500/mon

Carrying my NC house: $825/mon

Student Loans: $800/mon

Monthly Allowance (food/entertainment/misc): $800/mon

So basically, one paycheck would be for housing. And the other paycheck would be for living expenses. 

So from actively trying to reduce my housing costs to moving to a HCOL area where housing would be 50% of my budget! 

I could do it for a year, but anything beyond that, I'd prefer to at least have some side income. 

As you can see my budget isn't all that complicated, it's just a couple of big ticket items. 

Oh notably, this would allow me to max out my 401k (yay!), and save around $10-14k/year additional. So it'd be nice. So remember when saving $30k a year was the default and it seemed like I would never get to FIRE on that much. 

I wonder if I'd be able to save that much on the call center salary? Let's check. 

Well on $80k/year and maxing out my 401k, I'd only have about $42.6k/year to live off off. So a $60k/yr Seattle budget would have been out of the question. But I also wouldn't have the NC house. We'll do some iterations in a second, hold the line. 

I think if I remember correctly my last annual pay at Call Center #1 was 98.5k/yr. Let's check. At that salary, I'd have about $55k/year to live off. So my $60k/year Seattle budget would still not fly. 

So I guess that is a little bit of progress. But this is given that I had a house. When I was still at Call Center #1, I didn't have the house, but I do think eventually I probably was going to commit to reducing my housing costs because I'd moved to Call Center #2 by the time I got this house. 

Okay, let's shrink some costs.

So, let's say no house, so that eliminates $825/mon; and my student loans are income dependent, so let's say, max $600 (even though it was closer to $500....okay let's make it $500).

So that $825 + $300 less a month. Yearly, that's $13.5k/year less for my Seattle budget.

So where does that leave me... a Seattle budget of about $46.5k/year.

Let's go back to the numbers above. 

At a baseline Call Center #1 salary of $80k, I still couldn't afford my Seattle budget.

But at a more actual Call Center #1 salary of $98.5k, I'd be okay. With about $9k to spare. 

Not bad. Somehow it feels sparse. I guess I technically would be around where I would be with the current living situation and Seattle budget.

But that's where the psychology comes into place. I would be less likely to jump ship because according to my projections, I'd just be smack dab in the middle of accumulating and I wouldn't have this stable Death House to come to. I couldn't see myself in the middle of accumulating and wanting to increase my cost of living. At that time, I was wanting to spend as little as possible to get this done as fast as possible. 

So I can hem and haw all I want, but I have bought myself quite the luxurious choice here, friends. 

And if the Death House wasn't...excuse me Hospice House...wasn't already a physical support, I do have that wacky bonus we get at Current Job that was non-existent at the Call Center. 

But spending essentially $30k just to go on an adventure...that is ludicrous!

How will I know it was worth it - I lived. 

Bonus  - I take weekly/monthly mood assessment, and my average mood is less than the dark day.

Other - I made 3 friends. (3 is my special number.)

More later, gotta watch some true crime!

A bit stressed

 Happy Friday! For whatever reason, I can't seem to budget what my time in Seattle would be like. I get stuck? I tried smart asset cost of living calculator and they pretty much said it would be about the same as living where I'm living. That's a darn lie. 

I tried UW cost of attendance to get a ballpark, and even that seemed a bit manageable. They put room and board at about $20k/year. I'm guessing that's with roommates or in as economical a living arrangement as possible. 

Forty year old me thinks I'm kind of done with roommates. But that is also a really quick and easy way to meet new people! 

So $20k for just lodging, would only put me around $10k more for a year for housing, which again seems reasonable. 

Stuck, somehow.

And now there's a bit of work stress piling up.

In other news, I had my intake session with White Man Counselor yesterday. It's funny (just like real people), how you are the same person but different people bring different things out of you. My interaction with the horrible woman was so adversarial..it was a BINGO! situation. Too long of a story to explain, but it involves a lot of badgering into submission.

This guy seemed a little more to the point, experienced, and a little bit of a hustle. He does 1 session of intake and a follow-up session of educational presentation (with PPT slides) on CBT. Then presumably treats you for 10 sessions.

Hey I like a bundle. It just rings of... I found my niche and this is what I'm selling. I get the feeling, he's crafted the life he wanted out of his profession.

I keep trying to rack my brain for a reason to go for the Fall other than I just want to. I was like, would I still want to go if the hope of seeing boy again was eliminated. I know the answer is probably No and I got a bit of confirmation when I couldn't find him on Hinge. I was so defeated. So again I was right, this is all a ruse to chase the fantasy of getting back together with this boy.

I think the high chance of defeat is why I'm looking for something else to take me to Seattle. I wish he would just contact me! 

Here are some new thoughts on the situation:

- Maybe you can count it as officially/unofficially moved if you spend at least 6 months + 1 day in Seattle next year (i.e. more days than not)

- I just can't seem to form a clear thought on it


Yesterday I was thinking of working on all my authoring work this weekend and if I get that done, maybe it'll clear some mental space to prep for this trip. 

I think with student loan forbearance extended till end of year, it just freed up about $3200 and since I'm safely out of the aggressively saving phase, I just want to spend it.

There's another part of me that's like, forget next year, just try to get through this year!

I also had this dream of working doing some part time work for Amazon to try to get into their system so I can get a full time job. 

Oh in progress news, I asked a question! During the Great Depression of 2019, there were about 3 or so applications that I prematurely took myself out of the running because waiting for the potential rejection was too great. For someone who loves data and facts, I sometimes wish I hadn't.

Well I had an opportunity to revise history. I applied to a company I previously applied to, got as far as the hiring manager and it didn't look good. Instead of jumping to conclusions, this morning I emailed the recruiter for an update. I did the thing! 

Anyway, gotta get ready for my way too early meeting. Toodles!

I don't know why..

 There's a meetup with the old ladies group in a few minutes. I don't know why, but I can't seem to get motivated to go.

I guess I could still go, but I don't really want to.

I'd planned to spend the day watching TV since it was supposed to be an easy day, but a 30 minute task ended up taking 4 hours. Feelings.

Maybe because I had my social interaction for the day. 

More people online talking about moves. This back to school time is just a great time for moves.

Feeling a bit disappointed that the Seattle job didn't follow up to schedule the next step. Womp, womp. 

I'd love to say I'm not as anxious as I used to be but I have checked my email at least 5 times today when typically I do it 1x by now.

Oh well. I'm not feeling the doom and gloom I usually do.

I feel less saddened by my current life circumstance and more just resigned.

It's more a feeling of acceptance than anything.

Yeah, instead of questioning - is this really all there is.. it's like... oh.yeah. this is really all there is. Oh well.

What exactly are my options

 You know that calm I felt, well I can feel it starting to leave me. 

The most recent thought I had is well since I have this emotional support, why don't I go to Seattle and try the wellness adventure. It'll be another attempt at making friends and being more social.  And  I'll have someone to talk to about it.

This week if all goes to plan, I will have 3 therapy sessions.

I want the Thursday guy to really work with me on cognitive behavioral therapy. And if I can't decide between the other 2 female therapists, I think I might just alternate their weeks so that I'm talking to someone on Tuesdays and Thursdays as opposed to three days a week.

This is what money buys me.

I have no idea how much this is all going to cost but I know that if insurance doesn't cover it, each of them listed a cash price around $100-$120.

Since 8 sessions seems to be the default I've heard before, I'm hoping I don't have to spend more than like $3k out of pocket if I run into insurance issues.

But even though my money won't buy me a Lamborghini or a beach house, it can let me be silly with therapy. 

I was reading A Purple Life's post yesterday about how some of her money values have changed. It was nice to get that reassurance from someone else.

Because that has changed a bit for me as well. Remember that time early in my journey when I walked out of a Moe's because I was so stressed to pay $12 for a burrito bowl.

I went over my food budget early this week/ end of last week, and it was like okay, well that sucks. I think the day I found out, I ate all my meals at home, but it wasn't this ball of stress. It's more something to think about.

Technically, my allowance is $400/month, and I haven't gone over that yet. But yes, $200 is allocated for Groceries/Eating out. I'm aware I've been therapeutically eating not consciously eating so that's always going to be worth it. 

I guess I can always re-engage a therapist if I go back to Seattle next year, so there's that.

Oh, I have been meaning to see if USDA upped their monthly food budget for a family of one given all these prices increases. Oh, just checked! It's gone up to $250! Um, so when I did a Google search, King County, WA came up and it was $250. That sucks for them because it's the same price in NC and things are definitely cheaper here! 

I also feel like rarely are the things I'm buying on sale. I guess cereal costs $5/box, now?

Actually, these rates went up Oct 2021, so I've been doing pretty well then! I only started to feel it really this month. 

Anyway that's not what I came to write about. 

I wanted to explore my options.

Default: 

Finances/Career:

- Work until around March 2024

- FIRE with that same $500k+/ $20k/yr budget (Reasonably, I should have a little more after 1 more year of working, but realistically don't know how much or if it'll move the needle that much)

Lifestyle:

- Stay in countrybumpkinville

- Maintain current social life, i.e. sporadic volunteering, weekly walks when weather permits, the occasional meetup

- Maybe 1 or 2 trips a year, as budget allows


Option B

Finances/Career:

- As physical limitations allow, work for as long as I need to support my new lifestyle

- Continue to at least max out my 401k (and get company match), and spend the rest


Lifestyle:

- Move to an area with more active social scene

- Figure out some new hobbies/interests

- Make friends

- Build community


The thing is I keep trying this and I'm tired of failing. I moved to DC; I moved to California; I moved to NC. It's not working. 

What am I afraid of?

- It's a lot of effort

- Wasting money I guess? But do I need the money, if the default is just wasting away in CountryBumpkinville?

- What to do with the house - rent? leave it? (I think at least for year 1, I would leave it as a launch pad)

- Can I manage this workload if it increases? 

- I'm tired of planning for the future?

- What will work look like next year?

- Am I going to stay employed? I hate depending on work, that was the whole point of FIRE! (I guess that's a reason not to buy, and to keep my launch pad)

-How do I carry both households?

Why do I keep coming to these small towns? 

- I'm recalling dream of a Southern Romeo and Juliet romance. I think I romanticized the South, but instead of the romance, I got a bunch of caca. 

- But if in 10 years what I want will change anyway, why don't I just stay put and wait out the next 10 years?




Setting Boundaries with God

 That was what we talked about a bit in today's therapy session. I don't think I know what the point of therapy is anymore. I get confused.

I'm again amazed at Feelings. Like a week or 10 days ago, I really thought the only solution was to die. Like, I actively wanted to die and do the thing that would lead to that result.

My circumstances are exactly the same. I'm the same person, living the same dumb life, with the same things that happened to me - all the hurt, all the pain. But suddenly I don't feel as compelled to do the overt act to end my life. 

Which to be clear is not the same as happy or loving life.

It's just weird that Feelings came be so compelling. It feels Real. Whatever I'm thinking and feeling feels Real. 

I felt like I NEEDed to DIE.

What kind of messed up nonsense is that!

So it's Day 2 since giving up on Signs and Destiny.

A weight has been lifted.

I do feel that the next feeling is untethered-ness because I think I did this before out of spite but quickly came crawling back.

Anyway, I digress.

The point is I've been putting all this pressure on myself to make this right decision; don't make the mistakes I must have made to land in this predicament; be whatever it is God needs me to be; look for signs and clues to make this Right Choice.

But no, You don't get to treat me like that.

When I look at a Stop SIGN, I'm not confused on what to do.

If I'm "supposed" to be in Seattle and fall in love and live happily ever after, then let the boy ask me to come. Let him make me happy (not sad and anxious and confused). Let him fall in love with me.

I've been here this whole time. So, God, whatever you want to happen, make it happen. You are the most powerful. Make your case. State your position and make it compelling. If you can one day make me feel like I NEED to DIE and then the very next day act like it never happened, then you can definitely make me find myself in Seattle in the arms of a loved one.

For now, I'm done with this. 

If you want to be with me, God, be with me. If you want to love me, Love me. Don't make me chase you, or beg you or cry for you. I'm here (on this earth) because you made me be here. If you don't want me here, do something about it. If you want me to be happy, do something about it.


Seattle Trip - still not going?

 I actually got excited a little bit yesterday. The boy showed up on Hinge for me... finally! I think he had been filtering out oldies like me. Notably, his age didn't change and I'm pretty sure he had a birthday. So he lies as well? Still want him.

Here's where I am in the decision making process.

The initial drive to go back to Seattle in the Fall was to escape my life. I was in dire straits and wanted to be dead. I was also feeling rejected and secretly hoped I would magically fall in love (ideally with the boy or with someone new). I framed it in my mind as a rejuvenation trip. There's a lot of messaging to get out and meet people and make friends. That all sounds good to me.

I also thought I would be dead anywhere between 30 minutes and the next 8 years, so there was that. 

I was going to put dating on the back burner and just try to make friends, and maybe if I made friends I would feel more compelled to move. Moving to Seattle would be less scary whether I did it this year or next.

But I knew enough to wait on the decision. So I'm glad I did. I said wait 2 weeks before your anticipated travel date. Even outside of acute distress, I tend to flake on trips and activities. Somehow I start feeling overwhelmed and talk myself down. 

So while at the beginning of August I was SO SURE this was the trip I needed, this was the answer to all my problems - I could make new friends, get out of the house, get some fun in before hunkering down for a cold winter and a new project at work. 

Now, I feel less compelled.

You see, I think there was an unspoken part of me that still thought the sheer fact of my being there would mean I would fall in love and live happily ever after. Somehow, we'd reconnect - namely I'd rech out and it would all work out. I kept seeing his name circling around me; I kept hearing Seattle circling around me. These are signs right? 

But then just 2 days ago (Sunday), I decided to stop believing in signs (other than warning/danger signs). I don't need a sign for going to Seattle. I need the boy I'm interested in to re-connect with me. At this point, I'll take just a simple match on any one of the 3 apps I'm on. 

Let's stay in reality.

Also, when I looked at my pillars - financial, physical, emotional.

The biggest risk is to my emotional health. And that is what is on the line here. 

I finally am at a place where I'm not ACTIVELY wishing to die. That's huge.

I'm subdued.

My fear is going there and feeling defeated and spiraling again.

I don't want to risk that.

The only caveat is perhaps if I go and spend 1.5 to 2 months there...perhaps that will be enough distraction and activity to carry me through Nov and Dec. That would be the one boon.

But right now, when there is a known and an unknown when it comes to emotional stability, I choose the known.

With hope, I am going to give myself permission to go at any time I start to feel in distress between now and the end of October. 

I know how to buy a ticket; I have a small credit voucher; I know 2 companies I can get a short term rental from; I've looked through some Meetup groups that can help buoy my spirit and give me things to do. So if I need to go, I'll go.

As for moving next year, my current aim is to stay put for the first quarter and meet savings goals (e.g. max my 401k). I at least would consider going for the summer, just for the heat reprieve. But 6 or 9 months is also up for consideration.

But I'm not going to dwell too much on that. I mean at this point, it's been 8 months of hemming and hawing. I'd like to enjoy the rest of the year, thank you very much! 

Summarily, I'm putting the Fall Seattle trip on the back burner and out of mind. It will be locked behind an In Case of Emergency glass casing, so to speak. 

Today I have a therapy session and an interview with a Seattle company.

I'm a bit petrified that Magical Destiny wants me to be in Seattle and I've been asking for a compelling reason, and this compelling reason might be this really hard in person job.

But I have to remind myself there's no Magical Destiny, Secret Love or Signs. But it's such a tough mentality to break. Because what else is there to believe in - just myself and my own actions? Whoa!

Part of me just wants to go!

 I was clicking around yesterday and even someone on Journey to Launch re-ran an interview they had for another professional who moved to Seattle. 

Ha!

A part of me just wants to go and settle the score once and for all. The score with whomever- the universe, the Giver of Signs, God? 

I was a little excited, but I know myself well. Just the thought of dealing with luggage and packing made me feel overwhelmed.

I can't figure out what hair style I would get since it's only 6 to 8 weeks. It's a process because ...black.

I don't have a go-to style or go-to hair person. So it's more overwhelming clicking.

But I will admit I got a bit excited. 

I have 3 therapy appointments scheduled this week. Imagine!

I don't have many thoughts right now.

It's Monday morning and the two meetings I had - 1 was cancelled and 1 is just admin stuff.

So I'm up at 8a and a little groggy.

Apparently Orkin tried to come at 7a. I definitely would've missed them because even when they showed up at 8a, I didn't hear the door or doorbell.

I checked my YTD budget for this year, and I'm already at about $30k. I'm hoping I'll stay under $50k if I travel again, or if I don't probably closer to $35-40k. 

I know right now, I'm already thinking about next year's budget. With all these thoughts about Seattle, I'm aiming to max out 401k in the first quarter of the year, so I can have access to all the paycheck funds after that.

I thought the magic pills were helping to quiet my thoughts at night, but they're not really.

I'm still not sleeping much through the night. I think this last weekend was the third weekend of cocooning in my bed from Saturday to Sunday. It got a little old but I just stuck with it.

OMG, I opened the window to get some of the pest control scent out, but the construction racket might actually drive me bonkers.

Oh, good news! I took a shower/rinsed off last night. I just felt icky and gross, so in the middle of the night I just rinsed off. I couldn't bring myself to get that involved with soap and using two hands. It was still good to just feel less stink.

Anyway, I'm just babbling since I'm not fully awake.

Later. 

Difficulty imagining

 I was linked to a TedTalk from reading some blog in the giant blogosphere. It kind of speaks to where I'm at. On a logistics side, I'm glad the time frame they used was 10 years because that's what I generally have defaulted too.

It seems like my life has been divided into these nice decade long chunks were there were some thematic elements that defined that decade. 

And where I am now is trying to define the next decade. I have so much data, it's hard to parse through. I find myself struggling to make "the best" choice and am making no choice. I find myself struggling to figure out where faith fits into all of this. I think that's really the stickler. Right now, the easiest choice is letting go of any thought of divination.  That's been holding me back.

Trying to figure out "what God wants." If He wants it bad enough, He can find me. He's shown time and time again he knows how to rip my entire world apart. So maybe instead of waiting in the shadows for the next gnashing of teeth, I live in the light? I don't know. 

It's hard to know when accepting the inevitability of suffering whether to stay low or go high. 

This is already going off in many tangents. I think this Sunday's musings just were getting to the point where I am letting go of trying to find my path on this pre-destined life. Not too long ago, I was lamenting about "missing my destiny." That's the messaging in Christianity - that these things all happen for a reason (non-biblical actually); and for someone like me, I've distorted it to think that when things go wrong that I did something wrong. I missed a path somewhere because who would let someone they love endure such suffering. I must have lost my way somewhere.

That's holding me back because I'm looking for clues, signs, meaning in everything. It's exhausting and it's unproductive. 

Nothing in my life has made sense. There was a time when I tried to make sense of it all. I just really wanted to believe in The Reason. But I don't remember much what I came up with. I think for the most part the best I could come up with was my life was diverted to help other people. 

What a terrible cycle. We're all just stuck in this cycle of synthetic happiness trying to help people out of the well so that we as Christians just never get very far. 

So I'm sticking with 10 years. I have 4 decades left. I'm not even thinking that far anymore.

I kept seeing the boy's name everywhere to the point that yesterday I finally cried out, Yes, Lord, I'll go to Seattle. Yes, I believe he's The One and we will fall in love and live happily ever after.

Then today, I'm like that makes no sense. We only seek out signs for things that we're not certain about and we just make them fit. At least I do. 

Whether signs exist or not, I don't want to have to rely on them. If I have a compelling reason to be in Seattle, I'll be in Seattle. If a human man wants to be with me, he just needs to ask me out. If signs existed, I've put out all my signs and sign catchers "into the universe." I want to move away from that phrase as well. 

I keep mixing belief systems and that's what's confusing. 

Anyway the TedTalk(s)...because I might be mixing up a few... basically had to do with your future self and happiness. My takeaway was that we have such ease of remembering things we favored either presently or in the last 10 years that it makes it difficult to imagine another set of circumstance that we might also favor. Because of this difficulty of imagining, we see it as improbable. Which is false.

We underestimate how much we will change in 10 years and overestimate the stability of our current preference. 

This is certainly true for me in this moment. 

But I think it's true because there has been so much turmoil and upheaval that our preferences have to change. 

How can I be happy doing x when doing x didn't work out. So I have to come up with a new educated guess of things that might make me happy.

I don't think it's necessarily true. I think some people live really stable predictable lives and it's very possible that their last 10 years will look very similar to the next 10 years. 

The study is trying to say the opposite which I don't think is necessarily true. Having grown up in a rural area, most people in that area live the exact same lives as their parents. And knowing not much else, are perfectly happy to continue that trend.

It is us with the reversible choices that suffer the distress of making "the wrong choice" which is the enemy of synthetic happiness.

That was another talk, I think. Natural happiness - getting everything you want. Synthetic happiness - synthesizing happiness with the circumstance you've been given.

This is where I think I got lost the last couple of years. Having to synthesize this happiness and not really wanting to. I want natural happiness. I want the experience of getting what I want and it feeling the way I want it to feel. 

I've been calling it second place life, but this speaker called it synthetic happiness. 

Again though, I never synthesized it to happiness. I just refused to round up. I don't want a veggie burger, I want a cheeseburger. I don't want to be happy that 'at least I got a burger' or 'at least I got food.' I just want a cheeseburger. 

Anyway, what's the point of all this?

If I were looking at signs, sure I can find lots of things that seemed to be telling me to go to Seattle

- Hello Landing had a great place by Green Lake

- Then I got a $250 off offer

- Then I see the last Boy's name literally everyday or in strange places 

- Random articles I read on the internet mention Seattle

- I keep hearing a voice tell me he's the one (but remember I also had a recurring though that I would find The One next Fall)

- the random time he mentioned his good friend that he admired shared a name with Aunty MERJ

- my committee member randomly sending me an instagram post that she felt could be a sign I should move to Seattle for a couple months


But yeah, there was the song I thought was my Aunty MERJ's song during a gruesome training week at my old role that I thought meant I should stick it out. It didn't. I left for a job that pays me more and that old job continues to take a lot of twists and turns.  I thought a text from that boy meant there was a future with us along with hearing Aunty MERJ's name come out of his mouth. Then he said he didn't want to be with me. So there's that for signs.

Remember the Iranian whose text messaging gave me hope that we'd have a fun summer together. Then he ghosted me for 2 months. I did have a fun summer but not with him.

There was the therapist who I thought I'd have 8 sessions with that would last me through the initial 6 weeks in Seattle and I'd come back cured. She quit me. 

I think today, I was committing to not looking for signs. I'm looking for clear and concise words and actions. Make it make sense. 

I'll always try to be atuned to reasonable warning signs and danger, but magical signs for a pre-destined life... those days are over. 

Remember when I thought I was meant to go to Duke. And even tried it a second time. Literally nothing good came out of the 2 times I tried to go to Duke. 

I ended up in NC chasing a dumb dream. I'm alone, but I do have stacks of cash, so it wasn't all bad (see: synthesized happiness). But it's definitely not a fairy tale (because on most days it feels like it was ALL bad). 

So if I go to Seattle again, it'll be deliberately. Because it makes sense or because I just want to go. Right now, packing, chasing boys, making new friends, getting my hair done, worrying about my house, just doesn't sound like that much fun for no real reason.

I was in distress the first time I went.

I wanted to kiss some more boys the second time I went.

It's been about a month, and I'm finally starting to get off the crazy boy train, I'm not feeling especially moved to get back on that crazy train. 

Plus fall is the best time to be in NC.

Plus I can't believe in signs anymore. Signs point to a pre-destined life. And if it's pre-destined, do I really need signs?

And if I don't believe in signs, then there's not really a compelling reason for me to go Seattle in September right now. I just don't want to.

There's a lot of cool activities and meetups that I could do, but will I? I'm just not up for emotional upheaval right now.


Today was a biscuit day

 But my meeting ran over, and now breakfast is over. 

Luckily, it also meant I got out too late to go join the Old Ladies walking group. I'd already kind of decided not to, so meh.

It's kind of overcast and I can tell Fall is just around the corner as it's getting harder to get out of bed in the morning when it's nice and cool in my room.

I love some cozy covers. So it's nearing the end of the first week of St. John's Wort supplements.

Have I felt any different.

The overwhelming desire to end my life has definitely lessened. But it kind of already lessened by the time I bought the pills. I still cry. I had a good blubbery cry for about an hour a day or two ago. I still got really mad after a human slighted me.

So I don't know what the metric is.

I would say some semblance of feeling subdued, but I 100% believe this is the placebo effect. I'm still taking the pills.  

Just did a quick Google search to see how to tell if progress made after starting medication. Went with the first hit and modified it a little to fit the most relevant symptoms to me. Then modified the scale to whether those symptoms were 

0 = Absent

1 = Present (but maybe in the background)

2 = Prominent (overwhelming sense of urgeny/ appearance)

I didn't take the test at baseline given I just found it but I would say at my worst, all of these symptoms felt very prominent. 

Now they are either present:

- Sadness

- Discouragement

- Boredom

- Crying

- Lack of interest

- Lack of motivation

- Trouble making decisions


Or Absent

- Wishing to be dead

- Wanting to hurt myself

- Wanting to kill myself

- Worry or anxiety


I might take off wanting to hurt myself, I think to me that's wanting to kill myself. 

I might use this to continue to track sx. It was easy and didn't require much thought. 

On the therapy front, I think I was leaning away from Mean Therapist and when I looked I didn't see a booked appointment for her, but I think hers were a little slow to show-up? Not sure.

But yesterday I also decided, at least on the dating front, why don't I engage a white male therapist. I need help understanding them the most. So I clicked around and landed on a guy who says he can do CBT treatment in about 12 weeks. I'm always one for a firm deadline. 

The relationship issues seem less acute since I'm not actively dating anyone. So I couldn't come up with questions. 

I even started to question CBT but then with my minor freakout yesterday, I guess it's worth a try. 

I might try to get that book a committee member recommended - Getting to I Do. 

One notable thing I will say, I didn't miss anyone. In the past when I've tried to go no-contact with people it was all I thought about. But nothing. 

I also called EAP yesterday after the therapist freakout and spoke to a really upbeat counselor.

I decided I miss the Carefree Katies of my life. So I engaged the office of a Carefree Katie. We shall see how that works out. When the receptionist called to "ask a question about suitability," I will say my heart raced that I was going to be rejected. I recalled a past trauma at a white female doctor's office where I felt quite "othered" to say the least. 

But luckily, that doesn't seem to be the case here.

I hate to say it, but I'm taking a break from black friends. For the last 7-10 years, I've refrained from making white friends because I got tired of being everyone's token black friend. 

But now, I'm tired of the few black girls I talked to. That need for connection based on blackness just isn't as strong. I want a different life.

I was actually feeling so optimistic yesterday, I took a life expectancy test. My life expectancy is age 79. Which is right around the old average life expectancy of Americans of age 80, the one I've always had in mind. 

And this time, it wasn't this big scary thing! 

It still feels daunting, but the reframing actually was welcomed.

Some thoughts

- I could look at it as now having 40 years of tools to get the next 40 years right

- I could just reimagine myself at age 28, instead of 38. What would I do differently? I just feel like our generation has a bit of a lost decade.  Eighteen seems too young, so why not just be 28. 

- What if I just re-adjust the starting line? What exactly do I think I'm too old to start?

- What if I look at the next 40 years as 4 buckets of 10 year or 10 buckets of 4 years?


I used to experience these highs and lows when I was still menstruating. I don't remember them being this low though, or lasting for this long. But I remember these highs. Just the abruptness of it. 

One day I want to kill myself and the next day I'm planning the next 40 years of my life.

Like literally, I'm like...wow, life was really hard, and I made it through 40 years of that! How amazing am I!!!

That's an accomplishment!

Where just a week ago I was like - 40 years of life...that was so hard... I CAN'T DO ANOTHER DAY let alone another 40 YEARS.

Today was the day I was going to die.

What the heck. 

Let's move on.

I think Seattle this Fall...it just doesn't feel as compelling. 

I don't know. 

I think there was a bigger part than I was willing to admit that wanted to chase the romance fantasy. Just by being in Seattle we would magically fall in love and live happily ever after.

Even in my mystical reverie last night, I thought...hmm... I would even consider working 10 more years just to live some semblance of a life.

I considered going to Hawaii or the caribean in January. 

You see the weather cooling off in NC is making a compelling argument to stay put for now. 

January is cold and dark and terrible. Here or in Seattle. 

Hawaii or the carribean would be warm and sunny.

I think I felt pretty good that I didn't really want to leave the US right now (to live long term that is). 

Charms of the soft life. I'm not really in the mood to figure out laws and transportation systems.

I'm really tired of hearing accents. I know it sounds terrible but it reminds me too much of work. There's less mystery there. 

I prioritize comfort. #softlife

I think for me going abroad will be to getaway, not slow travel or to spend long periods of time struggling. More like a break in a routine. But this is all new. Remember, I thought I was not going to be alive after today.

Yesterday I was excited. Today, some reality is setting in. I'm still in physical pain if I work and keyboard all day. Meetings are still terrible. It's taking forever to get good at this job. 

Eventhough I am still spending most of my waking hours laying on the couch, eating chips, and watching TV, it feels well deserved rather than a punishment.

Ok, I'm hungry now. 






Judgmental Robot

 That's what my therapist just called me. Where is the part where this is supposed to make you feel better?

And because I seem to be attracted to people who mistreat me, I signed up for another session.

I'm out of people and places to look for help and support.

I don't trust my Brain because it's mean.

I don't trust my Feelings because they are deceitful.

And I don't trust my gut because what does that even mean?

So back into the cocoon I go.

I trust facts, data, knowledge, rules, experience. 

But the last time I tried to cut people out of my life who hurt me, I ended up in Death House. So what do I do now?

If things just fell into place..

 Mean Brain is trying to attack me again, so here's what I need from you, God.

If things fell into place, this is what my life would look like.

I would interview with the Seattle company. We would bond over our shared mutual work colleagues (that would be a bit of kismet, I have to say). No idea how I would get through the panel interview, but I would. It's virtual, so that should help.

The boy would match me on even just 1 app or send me a message. 

I mean really that's the lynchpin here. 

I thought I had more of a fantasy.

Let's face it, I don't need the Seattle job to move. I want a boy.

But maybe for dramatic effect, which I don't need.

I would interview, get the job. Move, I guess. Sometime in October, contact him. We get to be friends and then start dating (no physical stuff), then fall in love and live happily ever after.

I mean, there's not much else to this fantasy.

Along the way, I magically start getting back in shape, and learning how to wear make-up, and have fun buying cute clothes.

I don't know, I thought this story would be more fun.

There's not much that actually needs to fall in place to get this train moving. I don't really need signs, I need this boy to contact me. 

But since my life is mostly struggle, I guess the struggle version would be... somehow struggle through the interview, lots of tears, lots of hemming and hawing; get a 3 month rental; wonder what the heck I'm doing with my life; ...

I'm not in the mood. 

Say Goodbye to Seattle

 Yesterday my therapist was encouraging me to go Seattle, at least for the Fall, to test it out like my mouth says I want to do.

But we all know, I really want to chase a fantasy life with a boy who is not that into me, told me he didn't want a relationship, and didn't return my call or text.

So there's that.

And really my feelings have finally reached a place where I'm not in the depths of despair and it's not really a place I want to go back to anytime soon.

My entire right side from my ear to the tips of my finger is screaming in pain. This is the reality.

How do I tell her, I'm only 2 more negative outcomes away from losing my life. I don't.

So, friends, the weather is cooling down - which was one of my main motivators to getting the heck out of NC, and so have my feelings.

I'm definitely nowhere near happy, but I'm also not as hung up on doing IT (the thing that ends my life).

So let's be okay there instead of chasing big dreams - a known trigger.

When I look at my pillars - emotional wellbeing is one of them. 

The money means if he were to even send me even a smoke signal, I can buy a last minute ticket and find some last minute housing without blinking. I'd be there in a flash.

But now that logic has returned, a Fall Trip to Seattle under the guise of starting fresh just doesn't make sense. Because I'm still chasing a fantasy.

And a part of me still wants it even if I can't find someone to slot in as "love interest #9". 

The best part about this solution is nothing changes. It's just the life I've been living for the last 7 years. I've already updated my 401k (in hopes my feelings would settle and I'd come to my senses- yay, I did!); and I've already unpacked my suitcase. 

And actually, this gives me a little romance to hold onto...obviously, he's going to show up on my doorstep magically. I've actually been dreaming he somehow knows my address and mails me something? I don't know where Brain came up with that one. And somehow we're magically going to go on this end of summer trip he had secretly planned. Now this is given, he's hidden me away on 2 out of 3 dating apps. So, of course, this is all some big secret love plan to win me back. Yeah, folks, make sense of that. 

So back to reality, where in I eat chips, watch TV, and wait to die. 

Toodles!

The Seattle Fantasy, cont...

 So maybe I consider this Fall Seattle trip a discovery period.

I can try making it my intention to meet new people; see if I can make friends; get more involved somehow.

I want to reconnect with the Iranian, and see if we can establish at least a paling-around type of friendship.

I want to reconnect with the Cheap Jew (his words), in October and see if we can re-establish just a connection. Just without using words, consider him as friends and knowing labels and relationship scare him, just get to know each other without defining the relationship. In the fantasy, I don't imagine a life without him. The plan will be to do that in October, so I can have 8 weeks of distance between us. He will be the unspoken lynchpin. If we can at least spend time together and there's promise or hope of us at least being good friends (with romance not off the table), then I can make plans to stay in Seattle longer in 2023.

But for the first month, I want to try to

- Go to more meetups (so might have to get a car)

- Consider a part-time job (so might have to get a car)

- Take walks (so work on my emotional health)

 - Consider church?

- Test out the weather?

- Pay attention to how I feel living in predominantly white spaces

- Consider spending more time with Seattle mom


So it'll be discovery. I need to walk away from the trip with at least 1 friend (or two). 

Or I can just stay my happy but at home. 

I like being the person

 I like being the person that doesn't call people out. If this makes me meek and a pushover, then so be it. I do have to speak up more in work, but in personal life, I'm fine being a pushover.

I do need to figure out boundaries that pose a risk to my pillars, but I can work on that.

I think I ultimately would prefer to surround myself with people that don't take advantage of my meekness.

#softlife

In this moment, I have neutral to borderline positive feelings.

I guess I'm someone that likes conversing.

I just had a therapy session and we didn't talk about anything but me vacillating over moving to Seattle or even going for a short trip in the Fall.

Those intense feelings are gone.

The feelings for Boy have lessened. Even some of my fantasy mental musings have gone. I'm sad about that a little bit. I haven't seen any reminders of him in a day or two now.

It was just so intense, and now I feel very little. That's weird.

In actual money news, I got an alert that I'm already over my Food Budget for the month. Whoops! It felt like I was making a lot of purchases but now I have the proof. Oh well.

I've been eating chips and other junk food a bit.

I switched from Lays stacks to Baked Lays. Yum!

I miss my fantasy of the last boy.

I don't want to open any more wounds on dating.

So I don't know what to do. Just settle back into Hospice life or pursue this new venture.

Here are the few paths:

- Default: Continue life in Hospice house in pseudo-isolation; work at the same pace until Mar 2024; FIRE on a ~20k/yr budget; ad-hoc social activities/experiences as feelings allow; die

- Fantasy: Move to Seattle; stay for 0-10 years; have an active social life; develop community; be in a loving romantic relationship; continue working to fund our active lifestyle for 0-4 years

I think there is some acknowledgement that I will likely need to continue working if I move to Seattle. But it would be worth it if I can find a manageable job. Especially if a) the job is manageable b) it affords me the life I dream of c)my partner is working and I need something to pass the time c)job is flexible d) I can continue to save e) I also like the idea of finances being a point of connection (not contention)

I think for now, I've used Last Boy as the default romantic partner just to have something to go off of. 

Fantasy vs Reality

 Yeah, kids, for one portion of the day yesterday, I was hopeful! Like I was dreaming and hoping and dreaming.

I was in another meeting for this project that I have no idea what I'm doing on. And decided just to apply for a job in Seattle.

It's a company I'd interviewed with previously and for whatever reason hadn't progressed to offer. I applied again. 

I was on the let's make things fall into place. The posting had been up for 30+ days and usually I try not to pay too much heed to those. 

It's so funny how Brain works. When it seemed out of reach, it was the only thing that would make me happy. But now I'm scared a bit. It's what happened with the last boy. When we weren't in communication, he was all I could think about. Then when he responded, I got a bit scared and wanted to fast forward to the end. 

I had this fantasy of being spirited away to Seattle and having my Life Fall Into Place. Boy and I would reconnect. I'd have a fabulous life in Seattle, and we'd live happily ever after. 

So I applied for the job. 

And within...brb... have a meeting.

It's funny how...

 It's funny how 2 weeks ago, I couldn't wait for 2 weeks to happen so I could book my travel arrangements and be whisked away to Seattle for 2 months.

Now I'm like meh.

I think I need some sleep.

As I've said the act of putting away the suitcase really helped. The effort required just to pull that out of storage (in a closet) is too much.

And thinking of repacking clothes based on seasonal weather that's different than mine - meh. 

It doesn't help that I haven't really been asked on any dates across all 3 apps. I've matched a bunch of people on CMB, and now that I have more experience I KNOW I don't have to do anything to get their attention. I don't have to wonder. It's a fact. If they want to ask me out, they'll ask. So I just match and wait.

It definitely takes some decision making out of it for me which I can appreciate.

And it sure makes it easier to stay now that our Lows have finally broken 70s and are in the high 70s. I can feel the little bit of coolness in the evening and early mornings.

So to leave that to go to Seattle for cooler weather seems less justifiable.

Without dates or a boyfriend, my case falls flat even for me.

Part of it just the fantasy.

I wish I would have just gone back, especially when I saw that cool lake house. And just trusted the amazing summer I had.

What's my life if not one of regrets.

(Right now Brain has rounded up the Last Match to the love of my life. I think he's the One!!)


No, dummy!

 So it's August 15 and undoubtedly the desire to escape to Seattle has remarkably lessened. Definitely for a Sept-Oct visit and a lot for future visits.

I feel a bit crazy actually. Like I'm watching myself live but I'm not really the person doing the living.

Maybe it's stress.

Maybe it's work.

Maybe it's just my mental state.

I did a catch-up with a low-risk friend last night. In one vein, it was a nice conversation. In another it was a bit chaotic with lots of little kid noise. In yet a third, I realized we didn't really talk much about me. I was still the one really grilling her with questions. She's a skinny-white. Has it always been this way? 

Yet, I still thought maybe she and a mutual friend and I could plan annual March week or week-end long trips every year. They are both mothers of 2.

Not my ideal choice for a friend, but here we are.

In some moments of nothing-else-to-think-about, I do try to pass the time of designing my next life. Since we know I'm not doing anything to get out of this "life" situation, what are my options - a slow death in Hospice House or keep "course correcting."

I suspect I will always vacillate between the two until my dying day.

It sucks knowing I'm stuck here - here being among the land of the living.

So I have to grieve yet another life I imagined for myself - the one where I don't have to live at all.

This girl can't win.

If I'm going with these arbitrary time frames of my mind, I've spent 10 years in NC already. I've given it the old college try.

I'm still somehow job-insecure. I don't love it, and I'm definitely not that good at it. The thought of going into an office makes me sick to my stomach, so I guess I have to make it work.

The only things I like about my job are- working from home and long periods of downtime. 

The actual work - if I had to do it 40 hours a week, every week would probably have me looking elsewhere a little more diligently. 

I think the St. John's Wort is having a bit of a placebo effect.

I wanted to cry yesterday at night when I imagine the first dose had worn off, and instead I took a capsule and I'm sure my mind convinced myself I was going to be okay. And I didn't cry.

I'm here for the placebo effect which I imagine won't last long. 


Noo...

In talking to this friend, we touched on student loans a bit. She indicated her payments were around $1500/mon but she puts an extra bit towards it and sends them $2,000/mon. I was in shock. She says she is doing income based repayment. WHY WOULD YOU SEND THEM EXTRA MONEY!!

The whole point is to get the balance wiped off. You're literally just giving them $500/mon that could be put towards retirement.

But I've had a student loan conversation with her at least twice that didn't seem to go well, so I kept my mouth shut. She even recognized that her balance was getting higher. It's like yeah, this isn't actually 'repayment' in the sense that you're going to pay the balance off. It's more like a thanks-for-trying. 

I don't know how they're making that work, plus daycare for 2 kids. I'm not asking. 


--

I just feel out of sorts. I usually don't sleep well on the Sundays going into Mondays because I just lounge around so day and night kind of meld together.

Oh more silly "clues." A committee member sent me a podcast of Nicole Byer. I started clicking around the internet for more stories about her and landed on an NPR story. Wouldn't you know, she was interviewed at Moore Theatre in Seattle - directly across from where I stayed last time I was in Seattle. And the interviewer had a name similar to my last love interest.

Ha! I don't need clues. I need action and a clear path. Does this mean I go in the Fall? Does this mean I go for the long term? Does it mean anything? 

I remember when I either got in or was applying to Duke. I suddenly saw Duke everywhere. It felt like I was "meant" to go there. Turns out, I wasn't. That was the short and long of it. And I think chasing that dream is what kept me wandering around for so long. This feels like that.

Chasing waterfalls is it.

I mean I love the fantasy of it. 

I look back at the last 10 years and see if there's something I missed. Did I overlook anything? Did anything fall into place? Or is it one of those..it takes 10 years to be an overnight success?

On one hand, sure I did do a lot of things I wanted to do - I had a friend group (but I thought it would last and I would fall in love and live happily ever after...that didn't happen); I got to graduate; my classmate helped me get a job; actually 2 classmates helped me get jobs; I got to reach FIRE.

Those things happened but they didn't fall into place. It was a lot of despair and 2nd choices.

I will say, in the happier version of the next 10 years, I see myself moving on from NC. I think I will try to recreate some of the things that led to my successes, but I want them to last. I think I need a lot more patience and HOPE and touchstone with reality.

Nothing happens in 2 days or 2 weeks, it's like 2 years. Apparently it's okay for people not to prioritize friendships and not respond to texts. And it does mean what you think it means, but apparently that's okay. No one really wants to be friends for the long haul. We're all too busy. Everyone wants a surface level friend of convenience. But it means I can be that too. We want a 'clickable' friend. Someone that supports our story. Whatever version of our self we are portraying for the day.  Okay.

Gone are the days of bosom buddies. We are compartmentalized friends. I just have to define my compartments. No one loves forever anymore.

I have a vision of choosing and defining some interests to kickoff this new life. Just as anchors. I've been thinking about bouldering.  Maybe dance / community theatre. And maybe a volunteer activity. Same old, same old. 

I really liked being by the water. So maybe I'll live by a lake next time. 

I hate living but I'm not brave enough to die!

 There I said it. I don't know what else to do. I thought I would call either my bluff or God's by planning to commit suicide (yeah I sad it) on Friday, but it's not working.

My heart isn't even in it. (And it's a Sunday nearing 5p.)

The thing is I don't want to die. I just don't want to live this life. I want another one. I want the one of my dreams. The ones fantasies are made of. The one of fairy tales. The ones of your dreams. The ones you think no one lives but I think there are some people that do or else we wouldn't all be chasing it.

The one where you get to wake up everyday happy. 

Where you don't have to force yourself to be grateful. Where you don't set up alarm clocks or have to go therapy. 

The ones where work doesn't suck, life doesn't suck, your friends and family don't suck.

The ones where owning a home or living in an apartment doesn't suck.

The one where your life doesn't not make sense. (Yes, a double negative.)

The ones where all the parts of your life make sense and come together to make this beautiful story (instead of this ongoing nightmare thriller horror). You know your reason for living is clear and present everyday. 

Where your kids love you and do right by you. 

The ones where life just makes sense. It's not this assembly line of experiences and strife that you have  to constantly repackage just to make it make sense. 

But then I look up basics of Buddhism and karma. And like the first principle is - life is full of suffering. 

So is fantasy just the creative way to endure it all. To escape. Did the 2,000 years of history just give us fantasy as our only salve.

But why do people keep having kids! That's the part that I don't get. Why, though? Why?!

It's like the battered woman who brings MULTIPLE children into a domestic abuse situation - why. The way the rest of us cringe at that, that's how I cringe at the greater population of breeders. Why?! Make it make sense. 

So yeah, I got the permit, and I'll probably make a purchase within a year, but there's a 100% chance I'm not killing myself on Friday.

I rarely plan for the future these days, but I'm pretty sure of that. 

So while rereading a couple blogs that talked about the struggles with mental distress, I seriously thought about making a doctor's appointment to see if I could get a prescription for some meds.

Then somehow I stumbled on St. John's wort.

After way too much clicking and a few TV shows later, I decided if I got the pills I could get some Cookout.

So off to Walmart I went. Because the vitamins and supplement were in no sensible order whatsoever I almost gave up. But after way too long, I found some.

I decided to get some adult gummy vitamins as well. I figure I would need some motivation to take these capsules.

As I promised myself, I got $20 worth of tablets/capsules and some Cookout. I took my first capsule of St. John's word with a swig of icy cold Cheerwine. Mmmm.

The capsule definitely gets stuck in your throat so that seems problematic for a three times a day administration.

I saw online that there are 450 mg twice a day administration, but that was not what was available at Walmart.

Of course, next to the Worts, there was something called SAM-e, and 5-HTP, and ashwagandra that caught my eye. I kind of wanted to get all of them and wished I had brought my phone so I could look them up.

I was most attracted to the 1x daily dosing one but ended up sticking with the Wort. 

5-HTP looks a little promising as at least it's directly related to serotonin production. 

We shall see. I'm not that good at remembering to do stuff, especially chores like taking a med 3x/day. 

We shall see. 

Maybe I'll try to do the things on A Purple Life's list when she does her updates - like keeping in touch with friends and chatting with people. We shall see.

Right now, I'm hunkered in bed like I did last weekend. I keep the door closed for extra isolation. And I'm just watching TV and waiting to die.

It's like I'm not even lucky enough to get the electric chair, I'm the one who has to die this slow painful death in isolation. 

That's what people say on the true crime shows. Some want the death penalty, but some think rotting your life away in prison is worse. Because the death penalty is a faster release from this hell we call daily life. 

I'm in the camp of rotting away in prison is worse. You have to live everyday with your thoughts - is there anything more painful.

At least with the death penalty, you get to act on your impulses and hurt people that hurt you. I'm sure it feels so good in the moment. And then you get to let the world know all your pain. And you know what ever insults they hurl at you don't matter because you got to act out and bleed for all of them to see. You don't have to hide away and put a smile on your face. They see your pain and they know what you are capable of. They acknowledge the world is an evil place. There's no beating around the bush. Everyone is confronted with the reality. 

And then you get the solace of the death penalty, where it all goes away for you - forever. 

Sigh. 

So in playing Death/Life Roulette with God and myself, I was hoping either God would give me (free and clear) the life I imagined for myself with the appropriate accoutrement of feelings or I would be inspired to figure out how to live the life I want.

I got none of those things.

No surprises there. 

Last Saturday on earth

 I just had this intense moment of wanting to end it all. I cried and I prayed.

It's just the same thing over and over.

I'm tired of this.

I can't take this pain anymore.

I'm tired of feeling like my life doesn't make sense.

It was never about the money (I mean it was, but..).

What am I not seeing that other people are?

That accused of being a lesbian thing still percolates. I feel like that. I was calling out bad behavior of men and black girls "accused" me of being a lesbian. That makes sense.

This feels like that.

I look around and life doesn't make sense. Women are still treated terribly but all the self-help books are geared towards us. 

I think life is stupid. I think women should stop having kids with terrible men. We would all be a little less broken. But somehow that makes me the weird one.

Everytime I watch a true crime show, I always think... your mom should have aborted you.

I do. I do.

Can you imagine if there were more selective abortions instead of thinking we can breathe or pray or thank the evil away. 

I used to think one of my committee members is living the life I would've had if only...

If only what?

I don't even feel relief thinking that today IS my last Saturday because really, if I were serious, today could just be my last day period.

I don't need a countdown. 

I could just end it. 

I'm always only 30 minutes away from my last minute on earth.

It doesn't even scare me anymore.

It doesn't thrill me or bring me the solace I'd hoped for.

But the data doesn't support that there're any more reasons to live.

If I had started my countdown at 17, I'd have 20 good years of data that shows this was not worth it.

Even FIRE makes me feel locked down. FIRE only works if I stay in this house and in this place doing the same 10 things.

That's not freedom.

The alternative is working and I'm right back where I started.

I started to plan the next 20 years. I tried to look at is as..well now you have all the data of what works and what doesn't work.

You have enough "startup" money and you went through the training.

Now design your life.

It didn't bring me joy.

I had no more plans.

I found no inspiration.

I think I'll do IT Friday between 3 and 5p.

Remember in The Green Mile when they ask the death row inmates what their last meal will be.

Maybe mine will be a cheeseburger and milkshake and maybe the violent diarrhea will kill me. 

So maybe I do IT as soon as I take that last bite.. probably the first bite because it's unlikely I'd be able to sit through a cheeseburger and a milkshake without pooping my pants. 

But if I do IT, then I don't even have to feel that pain. Sounds like a win.

Last cry out to you, God. If there's anything you need to tell me... If there's anything left on this earth for me, please tell me. For you know better than me, that I'm not long for this world. 

I hate you too!

 I'm so tired of putting up with people! I don't think there's anyone who I walked away from that has come back in my life and I haven't been reminded why the relationship ended.

I hate everyone especially the person I was just talking to.

I feel like I'm nice to people. I try to be compassionate and spare people's feelings. I make time for them. But the experience is not returned.

I'm tired of being made to feel bad.

I go above and beyond not to do this to anyone, but the favor is not returned.

So no friends, no reliable family, and no partner.

Wow, what a life.

I say it over and over, I'm so glad I didn't bring kids into this world. 

I'm feeling self-destructive.

I just want it all to be over.

I want it all to make sense.

When I was really in tune with my gift, I knew I was born in the wrong time. I knew the thing I wanted most - that pure, perfect love was not something to be found on earth, not in my life time, and not to me. 

But I stayed because I wanted to be proven wrong.

And I just wasn't. 

And I don't think I'm even brave enough to do the one thing I know will bring me solace and take me out of my misery.


I hate everything

 I woke up in a grumpy mood then noticed I got paid early. So hard to be mad about that. But because I'm a 'Merican, I'm going to complain anyway.

 

- I hate waking up early.

- I hate meetings.

- I hate emails

I hate people.

I hate my friends.

I hate my family.

I hate my life.

I'm tired of "trying to make it work" in pretty much every aspect of my life.

I hate this house.

I hate this neighborhood.

I hate the guys on the apps.

I hate not knowing what to do next.

I hate the weird advice women have to follow "to get a man." I hate that I have to follow it.

I hate the weird advice I'm getting from that black girl about dating. I hate being told I'm doing shite wrong. Don't pivot the conversation? Don't ask questions? It doesn't guarantee outcomes, but the thing you're doing is wrong. 

I hate feeling like I'm doing shite wrong. But it must be true because I'm not in a relationship. Why do mean girls get guys? 

I think that therapy appointment yesterday reminded me of the black girls that used to accuse me of being a lesbian for speaking out against mistreatment of women. What the heck! What if I were a lesbian. Now I don't know if I even am because I'm so trying hard to prove them wrong. Am I a lesbian?

I don't think so.

But "trying to get a guy" seems like such a stupid endeavor. 

I really hate my friends.

They say be yourself and choose yourself and know your worth.

Yeah I did that, and I ended up alone.

When I say I want someone to prioritize me, I'm told I have a fear of abandonment.

It just feels like every feeling I have is "wrong."

I don't know how to make sense of the world anymore.

I used to be so bright and smart and full of life.

If the Devil is fighting God for my life why doesn't he just end it already. This limbo is torture. Take my life or make it the best one ever.

Whatever this is just isn't working for me anymore.

I'm feeling hateful because my one relative doesn't return my calls but gets petty when I don't return her texts? I decided against emailing her a happy birthday. I already called.

I didn't feel that bad not wishing my other relative a happy birthday earlier this year. I thought it would linger, but it didn't really. This won't either.

How do you restart your life when it's filled with barbed wire and boobie traps everywhere? 

What do you do when you don't want to feel better, you just want the life you wanted?

But if none of it matters, then what am I stressing over?

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I hate everything!

Relinquish the past and begin anew!

 So one of the boys from Seattle Trip #1 re-matched me on Hinge. I had made an intention to wait till Monday to text him back (1 week from when he messaged me). 

Then he double-texted! To hang out this weekend.

Ugh, sir... you ghosted me for pretty much 2 months and now?

I'm proud of myself for even making it this far.

A part of me was pretty confident he wouldn't unmatch because last time he didn't unmatch even after ghosting me. But now I'm curious if he will if I don't respond.

The others definitely have.

Sucks for them.

Spoke to Therapist #2 today. Do other therapists try to relate to you this much? She was like me too on a lot of things - being an overachiever, level of education achieved, the culture of my town. 

It gave me pause, but naturally I don't know what to do about it.

Part of the reason I didn't want to try multiple therapists is that I don't know how to choose.

I prefer the EAP therapist to either of the two I have now. But I don't think she's licensed in my state. 

It just occurred to me, if I'm trying to figure out relationships, maybe I should enlist a male therapist?

Duh! Why didn't I think of that.

One thing I did like about my last session, I asked how long is it supposed to take, and she said traditionally after 8 weeks/sessions, you should see progress. But she says in reality that doesn't happen.

But I like shooting for 8 sessions. It makes sense because I feel like a few programs I've started, that number 8 has come up. 

I was feeling so good about having a number, that I put up a new goal sheet on the wall

I ..let's celebrate a moment..accomplished my work and financial goals. They only went to Mar 2022. I lived y'all!

As much as Seattle has caused me grief. It did give me something else to think about! 

So I think that's what my life is now...coming up with distractions.

I might go to the Thursday night church service tonight.

I just had it in my mind to go to this board game meetup this afternoon and forgot. So I still have an itching to go somewhere (which is rare!). 

Even though it's probably a bit preliminary, I asked her if I should move to Seattle. I originally said something like should I go to Seattle in Sept-Oct.

She thought I meant permanently. She said to wait and stop running. 

But I clarified it was more just to get away. She said okay. 

It feel less anxiety inducing to stop wondering.

So actually if I count out the days, if we stick with the 8 weekly sessions, that will encompass just about the entire time I plan to be in Seattle.

So it will be nice to have the support!

I'm getting excited now. 

Oh I like it! It'll be a real wellness retreat!

I think I'm willing to pay the cash price if I need to if insurance doesn't cover every session if I find myself continuing with 2 therapists. 

I think I'm also taking a break from 2 of my committee members. They have a lot going on in their lives and I need to give them space to enjoy. I also don't think they have space for a single pringle right now.

I have to accept that.

I want to go get some African food and watch the last episode of Indian Matchmaking, Season 2. 

Where do I belong

 I woke up dreaming about a song that doesn't exist. Maybe it's "a sign" I should be an award winning lyricist. Ha!

The song was the artist going through these montages - starting from home, a friend group, stepping in a puddle (when she really didn't want to get wet and soaking her shoes and feet and socks), feeling a little stuck and wet (somehow, my brain lingered here a bit), then bolting and deciding to go anyway, running down some sand-filled wooden box steps and running along the beach, screaming, Where do I belong! 

Where do I belonggggggg!

Just belting it louder and louder and running faster and farther away...

She screams,

God I know you can hear me, so answer pleeeeease!

Where do I belongggggg!

Where do I belongggggg!

God I know you love me, but where do I belong?


I hate talking to my mother of origin. She is just not helpful. When I ask her for help, her only answers are ask God. God, God, God. It's like the least practical advice.

Make it make sense, woman!

Today is a day I want to go back to Seattle. 

It occurred to me now that a little bit of light is being shed on the last boy entanglement. This boy is holding a flame from a 20+ year old romance. I've been there. What'd I tell you, men are more romantic than women! The level of disillusionment is fantastic! They haven't evolved from when I was 17 and doubtful to #almost40 and doubtful. They actually are getting worse because women's biology need them for baby-making.

I am hopeful that 40 years from now we will have changed the paradigm with the availability of bio-tech solutions. Women like me will raise the bar and men will have to respond to the call to BE BETTER. I think they have reached their high, and there is usually a crash. 

We will have had enough. It just takes so long for the message to spread.

So I celebrate you, Single Moms by Choice. You are the future! 


Will it ever end

 A committee member sent me an email reminding me of the story of Job - mostly about his silly friends. But the bigger story of Job for me is that God blessed him free and clear for 100 years first. Before testing him.

What do you do when you never get to know the free and clear blessings - when your blessings only come after the struggle. 

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I don't know what else to say.

It's hurtful to see old blog posts from 4 years ago crying for the same outcome. Wishing for the same dreams only to be worse for the wear.

I know my life is ending soon and even that does not bring me solace.

I still feel some need to wait, to suss out something, to feel something. I'm still wishing and hoping and praying for something to have made it all worth it.

I don't know if I go to Seattle in spite or stay in NC in spite.

I don't know when it's okay to stop trying and what that looks like.

A part of me is tired of waiting and hoping.

A part of me is saying do the sensible thing and wait just 1 more year to figure it out. So you can see it from a distance. But is this wishing for a magical candy outcome.

I'm hurt today that:

- a couple committee members didn't email me back

- my newest committee member is moving on quickly with her life to new exciting things and after chasing boys with me has left me in the dust

Nothing is working

 I can't make a decision either way. I'm glad I put the suitcase away because the default position is to do nothing which is likely. 

But sometimes I want to be impulsive. I just want to get away. I just want to stay. I just want my life to make sense.

I had my intake session yesterday with Therapist #1. So many questions. She asked what my goals were. I said to figure out my life and dating rules. We'll see how that goes.

Somehow when she said she was in the same boat dating wise, I lost a bit of confidence in her ability to help me.

I have few outstanding emails that my committee members haven't responded to. That is so annoying!

Somehow I feel just as unsettled as I did in my studio. Moving here helped get me to FIRE so I don't think it was the wrong choice.

But there's still this desire to pack up and start over somewhere new. I remember when I was in the studio, I was stuck on Missoula, MT. I just knew I'd be happy there. 

Now it's Seattle.

Well the theme is 'not here,' so that's something.

There's just so many ways to interpret a situation. Is this my after-Duke life, where I felt so cheated. Am I supposed to be making the best out of this situation. Is there something here for me that I'm not seeing?

If I look at my 3 pillars

- physical

- emotional

- financial


Where I live make sense financially. 

I don't know what physical is in terms of housing and neighborhood in this instance.

I know I like being able to go to the store in rags with unkempt hair and not think twice. I know I like not being the only person of color at the doctor's office or any other business or even a random softball team I join. 

But emotionally, I don't seem to connect to anyone here. But remember I came here to die. So the goal was to get to FIRE come hell or high water. Well there was definitely quite a bit of standing water and it sure feels like hell most days and I did get to FIRE.

So what's my next move?


Let's try that Frugalwoods exercise mixed with an exercise from a committee member about what I think my relationship would look like.


Best part of current lifestyle/routine?

Achieving leanFIRE. Working from home. No responsibilities. 


Worst part?

No social life. No strong connections with family or friends. No "ride-or die." No sense of community. No relationship. 


Where I want to be in 10 years:

Finances:  If I'm still working, at least have 1 million dollars in investments so I could FIRE at any time on a $40k budget. If I'm still working, a job as easy as what I have now that I can do without stress.

If I've stopped working, my investments have made it to 1 million dollars (at least), thereby increasing my spend from $20k/yr to $40k/yr


Lifestyle:

I want friends. I want a life partner. I want a nice church family.  I want adventure. I want a life re-do. 

Career:

I'm fine with my career. If I've achieved a million dollars, maybe I've stopped working or working remotely enough to fund my carefree lifestyle. If my schedule is as flexible as it is now, I could consider continuing to work if it's funding a life I want. 

Bonus: What do I want my relationship to look like?

I want to be with a partner who is kind, nurturing, dependable, emotionally safe, physically safe, and financially safe. From what I've seen so far from matches. I do like a more assertive guy. I want to feel cared for every moment and considered in every decision. I like a man who is willing to do more of the cooking and cleaning. I want a man who enjoys my company and feels his life is for the better having met me. I want a man who values my opinion, thinks I'm funny, considers my beliefs and thinks enough of me that he considers me in the choices that affect both of us - work, family, social, travel, etc.

It would be nice if he were Christian, but not necessary. 

What would a day be like (it's hard not to base it off the most recent match but here goes).  Wake up in his arms. Have some snuggles. Exchange sweet words.  He gets ready for work and I make him his coffee just the way he likes it. (On days when we both work from home, he makes us breakfast and we eat outside most days). We sit for a few minutes and go over what we'll do for the day. We talk briefly about any lingering concerns. He asks for my advice on something, and he listens to what I say. He hugs and kisses me goodbye and leaves for the day.

Something during the day reminds him of me and he shoots me a text or pic.  Near the end of the day, he confirms what we're doing for dinner. If he needs to get something from the grocery, he'll pick it up after checking with me to make sure it's not there. 

I still work from home with a light workload. I make the bed, do some light tidying. Cleanup any breakfast dishes. I might do a task or two that benefits both of us - like bank bonus churning or looking up something about a trip we are planning. 

After my work day ends late morning/early afternoon, I exercise, socialize, engage with my community in some way/ catch-up with friends/ work on a personal project.

At the end of his workday, hubs comes home and we have some light snuggling. He begins making dinner. Has quick shower. More snuggles. Dinner is ready. We eat and discuss our day. Sometimes we discuss tough issues. Sometimes we have dinner with friends. Sometimes we have fun.

If it's a typical day we wind down. He either works out or catches up on some work. We clean up together after dinner.  If it's nice out, we go for a walk around the neighborhood. 

We do our bed time routine. Get ready for bed. We have some more intimate snuggles and I fall asleep enveloped in his arms.

Wake up and do it all over again. 


So moving on from that lovely reverie.

Hmm...looks like I've been on the hunt for awhile, see these posts:

New Location Comparison Chart

Dream Bio vs Current Bio

I'm so much clearer minded in the chart and that was 4 years ago (July 2018). I feel mostly the same way. Because i couldn't figure out how to conjure the feelings, I just went with something measurable like finance. That worked out. And honestly I think even when I decided to move here, I thought it would be until I turned 42 so I would have like 6 years to decide while I reached FIRE. 

So maybe I look at this as a gift. I get 4 more years of my life back. Maybe this gratitude thing might work after all? What if I choose to believe God has my back? Ha, let's not chase waterfalls. 

I will say some themes that are still mostly true are: feelings on weather, tribe potential/ diversity/community, commuting (for work or recreation), and in one way or another potential for adventure (captured as access to nature or community events or airports)

The old girl hasn't changed that much. I wonder why I never pulled the trigger. Maybe later today I can use the chart to compare my current town and Seattle.

Honestly, following A Purple Life's strategies have worked out for me financially, so maybe she's the life guide I needed. Just kidding!