Tuesday, May 2
My body celebrates my new hair-free lifestyle with a little torture.
Everything itches, burns, aches.
I was supposed to head to work with Soph, to sow watermelon seeds in the hothouse. Instead, I lie supine on the living room floor.
My body is exhausted but my mind is frantic, craving adventure.
What if I took the bus to Atlantic City? What if I got my bike out from the shed and rode it down to Brambleberry and went thrifting? I brought my sneakers—what if I just tried running like I used to?
It’s nice to want to do stuff again. The world is my oyster, et cetera.
I fall asleep on the floor and wake up to rain on the balcony sliding doors.
Soon after sunset, my phone dings twice. It’s my sister, Liv. She’s sent me another job posting. Director of Growth Marketing and EMEA Advertisement for Big Evil Emporium, LLC.
Six figures!!!!!! she’s written to accompany the link.
I know now something I would have never been able to admit before: I would sooner eat dynamite than be the director of anything.