over the past few weeks i’ve managed to go from working one to five days a week at a restaurant. the work is fast-paced and physically and emotionally draining but i haven’t felt this good in months.
i don’t even particularly like my job but i feel so much better than when i’m unemployed and i don’t think it’s even about the money. i just need a reason to get up even if it’s just clearing tables and making lattes for people i’m in the world and i’m making it turn slowly with my own two hands
