Error or Errands

I took myself to town today, both to get out of my own head and to tackle the mounting forces threatening to derail my life. It wasn’t just an aimless outing—I had a few important appointments to handle, and I couldn’t keep putting them off. There was something grounding about having a clear list of tasks to complete, even if the weight of everything still lingered in the background.

I started at the bank, and while it was just a matter of signing some papers, it turned into something more for me. I took a chance, put myself out there, and asked my financial advisor if she was single—a big deal for me. I did it, though. She isn’t single, but that wasn’t really the point. What mattered was that I was brave, authentic. The conversation was still a good one. She’s a lovely person, kind and helpful, and we’d shared enough similar experiences that it felt natural, not entirely out of the blue. I think she was flattered—maybe even a little intrigued—but her heart is already spoken for. That’s life. And I can respect that.

From there, I headed to my hair appointment. There’s something about getting cleaned up that shifts my entire mindset. Looking sharper, more put together, it just makes everything feel more manageable. My beard had been getting a little too unruly, and now it’s back under control. Courtney, my barber, did a great job, and I’m grateful I found her. It’s the small things sometimes—feeling a little more presentable, a little more like myself.

Next stop was payroll. No one had been giving me any updates, so I figured it was time to check in. Apparently, my money should be landing in my account soon, so that’s at least one thing handled. As for my return to work? Still no word. But as long as the pay keeps coming in, I suppose there’s not much to complain about.

After that, I swung by the library to return a few books and ended up signing out The Divine Comedy—Dante’s Inferno. I’ve been meaning to read it for a while now. I’ve come across shorter versions before, but this time I wanted the real deal. Something about it caught my eye, and it felt like the right choice. I stayed for a bit, wrote a little, but the atmosphere just wasn’t clicking for me today. There was a guy mumbling to himself a few seats away, talking about manosphere stuff, his computer volume turned up just enough to be distracting. I tried to tune it out, but I just wasn’t feeling it. Some days are like that.

From there, I grabbed a sandwich from the sub shop and made my way to check out the apartments I’d been looking into. They’re on the tenth floor of a pretty decent-looking complex—about a hundred units in total. The landlady seems nice, and the residents I saw had a friendly, laid-back vibe. No red flags, nothing that made me feel like it wasn’t an option. The place even has a common room and onsite laundry, which is a nice touch. It reminded me that, at the end of the day, we’re all part of a larger community. It’s easy to forget that sometimes.

After running all those errands, I made a final stop at Bulk Barn to grab some snacks before heading to the YMCA. I didn’t do much there, just hit the sauna for a bit. While I was there, I ran into Fiona at the front desk. She’s always a bright spot—such a sweet and positive person. I shared some of my gummy candies with her, and we had a quick chat. Just a small, pleasant moment to end the day.

I still don’t know when I’ll hear back about my work situation, but at this point, I’ve done what I can. No point in overthinking it. I’m comfortable enough for now, and when the time comes to act, I’ll be ready.