Shipt business is really decreasing. There are so few open orders to grab, the bonuses are trying up, and since people are shopping at the stores again, there's less need for us shoppers. I still enjoy doing it, but I don't know if my $1,000 monthly goal is realistic.
I ran the Crawlin' Crab 5k in just under 23 minutes last weekend. I felt pretty good about the time. Feet did not feel good for most of the race. I'd like for my shoes to last longer than 9 months!
Mom was so nice to ship me two Lou Malnatis pizzas!
I finally bit the bullet and bought a new vacuum cleaner. It's light, easy to maintain, and I like that the hand vacuum pops off and can be used to reach high places. And for 200 bucks at Costco, not too bad of a buy.
Another thing I'm especially excited about is that I'm doing stats and info for a Jets podcast. Green Bean is a great guy and a passionate Jets fan. I've only been listening to his podcast since maybe late winter of this year. But he's such an approachable, down to earth guy that it's easy to see why people are drawn to him.
And I tied that back to me. I realize that I have an outgoing energy about me. I have a weakness for not doing a great job of ignoring dumb opinions. And that turns some people off. I know I have friends. But I'm worried that if I were to disappear, it wouldn't really affect anyone outside of my parents.
I feel my prime is behind me in terms of dating. The prospects are basically nonexistent. Im 40, so I'm not perceived as young anymore. Deep down, I don't want to have hope anymore. Because the higher the hope, the more devastating the disappointment. And every damn day, I swear I see a social media post about a new relationship, a date, an engagement, a baby, etc. And it sickens me. I can't help but wonder what I did wrong that I don't get to have that. Am I destined to work myself to death and ultimately die alone?
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