After the indignities of yesterday which included sobbing for my entire forty-five minute commute, I woke up this morning with not only my husband's foot lodged firmly in my anus, but also with a new resolve.
The best thing to do when you are confronted with toxic people is to get them out of your life, right? You drop the idealistic hippie crap and come to the realization that while you understood that most people truly suck, even sometimes people you thought were good truly suck. And what's the best way to deal with these people?
You get away from them.
So, since getting away from these people means a lot of things to me, including quitting my job and, you know, wasting my education, I decided to do the one thing that would solve all my problems.
I sat down and I wrote.
I Googled. I found publishers, contests, opportunities. And I started emailing and addressing envelopes.
Because, by God, if I'm going to sit here wasting my life? I might as well go all the way.
In for a penny, in for a pound or whatever the hell that old saying is.
And if nothing comes of it? What difference does it make anyway? Nothing comes of anything I try to do, apparently.