Dreyer Haus

Writing is therapeutic to me.

I remember the year I started journaling was on 2019 and my first marriage was in disarray. Some truths came out about my Husband’s (now ex) activities late at night and it devastated me.

That was when I first turned to journaling to process through all my emotions and thoughts and opinions in a healthy way rather than bottling it all up. And I wish I could tell myself that what I was going through at the time was Betrayal Trauma and that I could leave if I wanted to but it would take me years to come to that point and know that (Thank you Purity Culture and Evangelicalism)

Still…journaling/writing have proven a lifeline for me.

The last few weeks have been weird…rough.

I quit my job as a General Manager to move into a job that had benefits (Sales). I HATED the desk-work. I wasn’t made to sit down for hours at a time and I was far from my family during hte day and unable to do school drop-off/pick-up and as simple as that might be, it was hard to pass that role off as a Mother when I only have so many years left to enjoy that.

So I quit.

I’ve applied at a few places and have worked through a few interviews…trying to find what will fit best.

But I feel like I’m swimming and trying to find my holding. Which is so silly when it’s just employment but I’ve always felt like I was meant to do SOMETHING in my time on this earth and I just don’t know what that is. And maybe that doesn’t come down to a job and what you do but maybe it’s more about the people you love while you’re here?

But that sounds entirely too ‘easy’? Is that the word?

Either way, I’ll keep digging around and processing through and finding my way. I have a history of landing on my feet and I credit that to the long line of women I come from.

Now if only I could draw on their strength in becoming a more consistent blogger 😉