The other night I had this nightmare where a bunch of foxes were running around in the dark in the living room, randomly jumping toward me and snapping while I was curled in a ball. I read this as a clear sign that I needed to go do something, so I signed up to do some volunteer work at approximately noon tomorrow. I have no idea what I'll be doing, but I do know that it will be with addicts at a hospital for two days per week, 8 hours per day.
I think it will be cool and it might even introduce me to the possibility that work can be rewarding. Baby steps, baby steps.
I think it will be cool and it might even introduce me to the possibility that work can be rewarding. Baby steps, baby steps.
