Today is my second day at the temp job, but I fear it might be my last. The first day went well but there hasn’t been enough business to justify having two extra workers. I feel my time here might be very limited and I will soon go back to the ranks of the unemployed. That actually won’t be a terrible thing for me IF it happens. I just took the job so I would have something to do instead of sit around my apartment and eat. I could always find other things to do.
The last couple days have been full of firsts for me. My first time going to a movie alone. My first temp job. My first time (insert secret goal here). I’ve grown comfortable doing things for the first time. I’ve not let fear of the unknown stop me from doing anything like it has in the past. Ive embraced the unknown, albeit with a little anxiety, and learned that the first time doing something can lead to great unknown things. The unknown is not necessarily always bad.
All of these things are happening because I refuse to let anything hold me back – especially myself. I’ve talked about it before but I’ve regretted the times I let my weight or fear or anxiety of things hold me back. I’m no longer one to skip over opportunities just because I am worried about the unknown aspects.
Coming up for me is another first: my first tattoo. I’ve been mulling over several tattoos I want to get and although I haven’t decided placement yet I have decided to go forward and get one this month. My life is drastically and rapidly changing right now and I want to further that by getting ink finally. Since I have several ideas I haven’t chosen my first yet but I am also thinking about my second tattoo: the words “Live Boldly.” Those now mean a lot more to me than I ever thought they would. It’s like my new motto and the greatest remind ever. And perhaps one day will be my new tattoo.