Today is a warning post.
And it’s because I’ve been staring at this screen for twenty minutes as the sun softly sets, and I can’t think of anything else to write.
I’m here today to let you know what the future holds for this blog.
We’ve only got a few days left. Less than fifteen, now.
For, on day one-hundred we’re ending this daily blog. (except for maybe an afterward)
Quarantine is slowly lifting, and I really want to have the time and energy to start working on other things for the rest of the summer.
We’ll be halfway through June by the time I’m wrapping this up.
We’ve been going since March.
I think it’s just about time to call it.
And that’s okay.
I think, as I’ve said before, I’ve done most of the damage that I can do at this point.
I’ve taken enough of your time.
It’s time for me to start putting work into other areas.
Like trying to find a job once things are opening again.
Preferably, a job that I get to write in. And be an activist.
That’s really where I feel like my skills will be useful for the next little bit.
Since theatres are mostly closed and not looking to hire twenty-one year old punks with attitudes. (The attitude is that I’m slightly sad all the time and looking for belonging.)
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Was this a good blog? It’s hard to tell lately.
Micah Mabey?
