When I'm financially free, I can start living the life I really want (part 2)

So I'm now a broke-assed nobody in desperate need of a job to work for the next 30+ years of my life to pay of more debts than I ever had before in hope to ever recover from a week of YoLo living.

I just quit! my job...

I can't quite believe it yet, it hasn't sunk in completely, but yesterday I handed in my resignation letter. Da fak. And it's more than half a year earlier than I stated in a previous post. DA FAK! What happened?!

Another month flew by

Another month flew by. Well, not really, since I'm recovering from my burnout. More on that in the get-out-my-burn-out section of the blog.

For some reason I find it very hard to cope. Today was my first day back at work again (after six weeks of downtime), a one-and-a-half hour of socialising and cleaning out my desk drawers. For some reason I find it very hard to believe I'm going to make it any longer with this company. I need some new challenge or something. I feel like life is too much of a system of recurring events at this moment. I know I need the rest and repetition and discipline to gain myself more energy and health and that's fine. But somehow going back at it and waiting another year before I can pull the plug here feels utterly saddening.

I need to get my grip on things but I guess I'm too low on ideas and energy to actually see what's my next step, which is super annoying.

"Quit complaining and get your ass of of your chair and do something, you lazy ass!"

Yes. I know. You're right. I'm my own enemy again. But I just needed to get this out here so I get my system back on track. Thanks...