When I was offered the promotion, I – was – elated.
I’ve gotten promotions in the past but they were all lateral. No, this was an honest-to-God Real promotion.
Long story short, things didn’t work out. I’m still getting over it to be honest.
Seeing the ocean was bittersweet. Yes, it was awe-inspiring. Tears were shed. But the feelings that swept through me were at odds with the general tone of the trip, the feeling that it wasn’t meant to be.
If I was looking for signs that moving was the wrong thing to do, let’s just say I got them in spades. Despite that, I didn’t give up on it easily. I put up quite a fight. But the chances that It Could Still Happen have all but vanished.
I’m just now getting the motivation to write again. That’s why I’m here. I’m sorry that I let even the slightest amount of depression serve as an excuse to not write. I let things like this defeat me too easily.