Have you ever had so much time on your hands that you simply don’t know what to do? Since losing my job a couple weeks ago, I’ve found myself almost paralyzed with apathy and boredom, all the while lamenting on how much I need to do. I have a dissertation to work on, I have a ton of things that need to be done with the organizations I volunteer for, my apartment needs cleaning, I need to be looking for work, and there are a myriad of little projects I’ve been putting off that I should be working on. And yet, I find myself watching re-runs of The Dick Van Dyke Show and M*A*S*H.
I suppose part of it can be attributed to depression over my current situation. Seriously, did anyone expect that I would lose my job of seven years and not suffer some depression? Perhaps two weeks is long enough to pine away in self-pity. Perhaps it’s time to rouse myself from my solipsistic stupor and get back into some sort of routine. I don’t know. I don’t know if there is a time-frame for the stages of grief. I just know I’m getting restless. I need to be doing something. This blog is part of that something. I realize few, if any, people actually read this blog, but for me, it represents not just a catharsis, an outlet for my thoughts and emotions, but it also represents doing something. There. I have done something today. Now on to the rest of my list.
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Jeff Morse
7/11/2015 01:25:53 pm
Hang in there my Friend. Grief is not time based, it takes as long as it does and still can rise and effect us anew some day. Time and self examination allows us to cope with it better though.
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Laurie Schaffner
7/13/2015 01:16:23 am
Keep writing, Will. Your dissertation (smile). The sex offender registry is one of the most cruel and unusual punishments the criminal industry has produced. NOBODY should have to go through what you are experiencing. Mary Tyler Moore Show works too...
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