Cycles

Last early summer, I was ecstatic. I had a new job because HE finally called back, my foot in the door, grass was greener, smelled cleaner, I was going to have money, a house...I had PLANS!

The year passed and I chucked my job (and the a-hole who called back), but not before it slammed the door on my foot, I spent two weeks pulling firmly-rooted grass out of my garden, the only fresh smell are those annoyingly strong-smelling fabric softener sheets we bought at Costco (if the cupboard door is left open, my life is a Febreeze ad), and the money I eagerly receive now is my U.I. cheque, that lets me pay the rent. Worse thing, I realize today, is that I have no plan. I can't have a plan, it's not up to me. I can apply to every job under the sun, I'm still not in the driver's seat.
Annoying...to say the least.