Running on Empty at 7:39 a.m.
The challenges of being unemployed. The challenges of being out of a job. I’m now sipping a cup of coffee from the espresso machine that is placed on top of a shelf, now sitting at the back of the living room. I’m writing these words at 07:39 a.m., Madrid. They don’t really make sense. Yesterday I recorded a video, not sure if I want to post it or not. It’s about the challenges of being out of a job, getting older, and being a single dad. The obstacles of leaving the family home, living by myself, with an eight-month-old baby. The volume on that video was very low, and I’ll probably not publish it. I woke up at 5:30 a.m. I’ve been waking up at that time every single day for the past couple of weeks. Some days even earlier. I’m trying to keep physically active, going out on my mountain bike that I managed to restore. It belonged to my father. I keep saying this, not sure why, as if it adds meaning, considering I didn’t have a close relationship with my father. But it was his bike, and m...