I magically lost 4 pounds overnight. Must’ve been so much water weight. Or I’m doing better than I think I am.
I know this news is inconsequential. I don’t care. It matters to me, which is why I bother to report it.
I’m still thinking about going back to school for Human Resources, and whether or not it’s the right time, and whether or not it’s too social a job for me.
It might not be the right time, and, after talking to Evan, it might be too social. There’s a chance I could be on the phone and in meetings all day, if it were just me in a small department. That would be stressful and depleting for me.
It’s weird how well he knows me.
I think he just knows people.
Which is kind of why I’m interested in Human Resources in the first place. I’m fascinated by personality types and what they’re best suited for.
But honest and truly, in my heart of hearts, I believe my personality is best suited for writing.
It would be nice if I could find a local writing job that I could physically go to and connect with a few people like I have at Hutch, but I suspect my best bet is going to be a work-from-home situation.
But that is all assuming I want to leave Hutch. I don’t.
Maybe I can get a side project. Work on it during the day. There are plenty of make your own hours jobs out there. Freelance opportunities.
I have other things to do, too. I need to determine and write down my strengths and weaknesses. I probably won’t do that, here. I need to come up with a plan. I know this. I’ve known it for a long time. It’s just a matter of hunkering down and doing it.
“No time like the present,” I hear my high school chemistry teacher saying.