Finding the spark

So, I have a new goal.  That is to write something, anything, everyday for the rest of the month.  This includes writing here, writing a cover letter, writing a story, or writing something scholarly.  I have found myself in a bit of a funk lately, and its making me a master of procrastinating on the internet, but I'm not really getting anything done.  This is especially difficult given that I'm looking for a new job and don't feel like I have the skills for anything I want to do.  As much as I adored law school, I think I made the wrong choice and should have sought a masters in public policy.  Those jobs always seem far more interesting or productive, and each one seems truly different, but require the same set of skills.  Basically, I don't feel qualified to anything I want to and I don't want to do anything I'm qualified for.  More disturbing to me is that there are jobs out there that I think I want, but when they look at my resume, they are likely to say "wow, she wouldn't want this job, she's been a lawyer."  But, the thing is, I don't think that I want to be a lawyer, that's why I'm applying for the event planning job....  On top of all of this anxiety there is the financial concern I have for us.  We've already moved in with my parents (which cost us too much to do), cut his family off our cell phone bill, and eliminated a lot of expenses.  So, we've greatly reduced our bills, but have zero income.  It sucks and it causes me to not sleep at night, which makes the procrastination and fear that much worse.

So, in hopes of finding something productive, I think I need to write stuff down.  This blog has been dead for over three years, so I figure no one will read it but it will give me a way to get stuff out there that interests me or that sparked for me.  That way I'll remember that there is something that sparked for me at some point and that will be a good sign.  Sometimes all I need is a good sign.  Even if it is a generic horoscope that has a positive moment.

Most of all, I miss my books.  They are unhappy in storage.