Hey Boo. Open Up!
Dear friends,
This love letter began with total honesty, a space for me to lay bare how my February went. My dear friend, February didn’t treat me like it knew me. As I type this, I am currently ill and on medication. I don’t know whether it’s what I think or something else entirely. I don’t have much to say, so let’s call this a quickie.
Once again, I find myself on the prowl for a new career. I need a career change—expeditiously! The satisfaction I once got from being a community pharmacist has begun to dwindle. At first, I thought it would be a slow burnout, something I’d have time to figure out. But color me surprised when it burned out faster than I expected. I need to switch to a new field, and I am pulling every string, every trick in my arsenal, to make that happen. It hasn’t happened yet, and the waiting makes my days feel sour.
There wasn’t much to celebrate. My only wins were waking up each day and being loved fiercely by my family and friends. Maybe I’m ungrateful, an unappreciative brat, a spoiled chap—whatever adjective fits—but I need a win, and I need it soon.
This month saw my highest number of job applications yet. Every “no” was hard to send out. No positive replies so far, just a deafening radio silence. It’s suffocating. I have a couple of projects going on simultaneously—some I’m directly involved in, others indirectly—but still, the air feels heavy with uncertainty.
Financially, I was a sinking Titanic, struggling to stay afloat, just trying to meet the daily needs of my bougie self. I went to the gym a few times until my funds ran almost dry. But there’s something about being surrounded by all that testosterone and the pseudo-kinship among members that felt good. I might go back again. LOL. Valentine’s Day didn’t have much action—except that I gave a bar of chocolate to three delivery riders. Small joys, I guess.
Yet, in the midst of it all, there were pockets of happiness I thank God for—being an uncle for the first time (and I pledge to be a fashionable one at that!), watching my friend become a medical officer, celebrating another friend who wrote their final law school exams, dancing at my cousin’s wedding, making dance videos with my colleagues, and moving freely to songs that made my heart lighter.
As you read this, I don’t want your pity or sympathy. I just want you to see my month for what it was. If there are ways you can help, I’ll appreciate it. If not, just stew with me in this silence.
Words I leave you with? Babes! Live a little. Dance with your hips swaying. Smile like you mean it. Kiss with passion. Love fiercely.
How did February go for you? I’m genuinely interested in reading from you.
Happy new month, my love. Let’s hope March is kinder.
Till then, All of my love,
MartinBoo