LinkedIn was restored, and I completed my profile.

Nothing, I did nothing, I'm burned.

I watched Mulholland Drive by David Lynch last night. It traumatized me so that I could not sleep. Work sucked. Capitalism doesn't care about your mental or physical health. After clocking out. I played a "Write with me" video to help me feel inspired and start writing. I am writing a page now.

Is there an animated version of The Last of US? OMG Today, I plan to continue creating the content strategy for my blog. And also write a blog post :)

I feel I belong here. This app is deeply inspirational. I can share my goals and 'doings', and also read from others. Thank you for creating this space!

This Saturday, I'll start posting on my LinkedIn profile, maybe I can attract clients or a full-time contract. Also, applying to jobs that are more human and less tyrannical.

I'm pausing my dreams to focus on changing my workplace. This job is draining me. I've been punished for not giving away my value for free, and the constant attacks are not allowing me to concentrate on my life projects. So I'm updating my resume today. LETS GO

Today I wrote the "About" part of my website lunarloot.site. I am planning to connect it with my Patreon and Ko-fi. I'm investigating how to make a living by writing.

I wrote a blog post called "There's Nothing to Save, I Know." I clocked out from work feeling free. They can have my time but not my true self.

I took a break and went to a Queens of the Stone Age concert at MGM Fenway. When I returned home, I decided to write my first post. https://lunarloot.site/a-letter-to-the-me-who-got-here/

I wrote one page today, where I named one of my many dragons while holding the pen, and it shrank just enough to stop breathing fire down my neck. "Where every new place I land I pretend I am no longer free" - that expanded my chest, helped me accept I survive by scaping.

I wrote 2 pages about the rage inside me. A sacred one. A truth that refuses to wait for structure. My passion has no structure, it cannot be labeled, it cannot be owned. I'm not hoping to be seen anymore. I'm refusing to disappear.

Today I didn't write in my notebook. Capitalism demanded my blood :(