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For much of 2009, I was in what I called "salvation mode." Having moved back to Seattle, I quickly picked up work as a technical writer with Microsoft and began making decent money, for the first time in my life. I spent those months paying off debt, moving into my own place, buying some furniture, and basically rectifying the mistakes of my past. I didn't date, I splurged a little, I took a few trips, and I got very little writing done.
By August, I had entered a new mode: the "What the fuck do I do with myself?" mode. It was the idea that for the first time in my life, I did not feel like I had to struggle to make ends meet. It was the freeing satisfaction I should have felt after leaving university: "Which way do I go? What do I want to do? The sky's the limit!"
In January 2010, I am still there. "What the fuck do I do now?"
Indeed. I have no clue.