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It doesn’t cost anything to give of yourself.
September 3, 2020
Me:
I’m getting a car tomorrow. It’s a piece of shit.
Tom:
It looks nice.
Me:
Tom, this is only the second used car I’ve ever had in my life. I’ve always had new cars. I was always the shit driving a hot new car.
Tom:
I never had a car like that. I’ve only had used cars.
Me:
I almost wish I wasn’t getting a shit car, because it reminds me of all I’ve lost. Tom, I used to make over six figures. It’s really just hitting me, it’s really just hitting me. I miss my old life.
I miss not having to think about how much things cost. I miss wanting a $300 purse and just buying it. I miss never running out of money before payday. I miss sitting in a conference room with a bunch of people and talking and having everybody looking at me and listening intently to what I have to say. I miss how happy a client is when I turn over a user guide I’ve written. I miss sitting with front desk staff and helping them learn a new system. And I miss when, after they’ve been on the new system for two weeks, they tell me I was right, it’s not nearly as difficult as they thought. I miss staying up all night in the war room…
