I had a handle on life, but then it broke.

So, I’ve hit an… interesting point in my life.

I had some trouble this summer and, long story short, I’ve ended up with a lot more time for myself.  I’m still working (probably more than I was in the spring), but I suddenly have plenty of time to develop some new hobbies.  Therefore, I ended up learning how to play ukulele and started a folk punk band with a couple buddies.

Luckily for you all, that means I’ve also started working on my 50-Word anthology I mentioned last May.  It’ll be a little more personal than I had initially planned, but I think that’s a good thing.  I’ve also edited the name a bit. It’s now entitled Everybody’s Something: A Quarter-Life Crisis.  So here’s one of the new, more personal, pieces:

Quarter-Life Crisis

This is not where I expected to be at 24 years old.
A college graduate delivering pizzas
And living in my childhood bedroom.
A teaching degree,
But every sub job increases my disdain
For these students who I hardly know,
Yet focus my frustrations.

Sorry kid, I’m just so tired.