It was 3:23 am, and I was awake. Still. Again.
In a span of five months, I had been laid off, found a new job, moved away, and left a second career field and company that I loved. It’s as if the beautifully scenic train ride of life that I’d been on simply dropped me off in the middle of a new town, and then sped off in a cloud of dust before I’d even had a chance to put both feet on the platform.
Looking around, this new place looked foreign. Confusing.
I prided myself on multitasking like nobody’s business, and I just knew that when I laid
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