Fickled Opportunities

I am not a basket case that cannot function in the workforce. If I suck at doing something, I can accept that. I suck.

I am ok not being a luxury item in life that others want.

I am disabled and deal with my impairments daily that do not require empathy or compassion of any form. I am ok knowing that I have good and bad days, I am ok with this.

Yesterday, was a great day. I felt strange listening to tons of music without being able to immediately dance. This is a daily transition for me. It will take the rest of my life for me to deal with this. I know it will.

I am not valuable to the workforce. My diverse skillset is ignored because most employers do not want to properly pay for my consultancy background. I know that I am not a traditional employee anymore and I know that I should be making market rate or better.

No shame on this end.

I am ok knowing that with my private school education, I am not employable. Further, I am not able to work in the industries that I have degrees in.

I will live at as many campgrounds as possible until I can find a good housing fit for myself. This means I will have to have something soon and I am going to not rush into anything for housing or the work force.

There is no reason for me to make up experiences that I really experienced.

I am not fickle or desperate to get attention.