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First week unemployed - I had a dream

 I dreamt that I was at work on my last day and they did not want me to go.
It is now a week that I haven't got a job
I dreamt that my father was calling me to get an internship in a magazine. 
I cannot stop browsing for jobs and freelance opportunities. 

What is wrong or what is right?
There has not been a day I haven't been busy since I quit my job. But the sense of identity a job gives you is playing with my mind. I strangely know where this come from. Although, we were all born without a job, we were all trained to believe that we needed one. I love writing and organising events to bring people together, it is a job good enough for the time being until the new chapter begins. I will probably call my dad and thank him for everything he has done, I will tell him that 'I am freedom...' I know that with it come responsibility but I am handling that just fine'.


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