When Something In Me Just Died

Today was my test date for driving but I couldn't make it happen. I had been told at the waiting room that my probational drivers license had been expired for a week and that my instructor, who had been giving me a week full of lessons, was putting me at risk of a lawsuit if in any case an accident would happen. 

I was upset. I had spent approximately $800 this month for preparation of the test as well as for the test fees.

It felt worse after knowing that it all could've been prevented if I took 5 mins to renew my license at a post office. It was too bad that I had not asked for my license from my instructor to cover my own ass. He had been keeping it with him for the past 6 months and only presented it to me right before my test.

I carried on the day working on my freelance video editing consultation session with a client and then proceeded on to working in the kitchen. One thing I noticed was that although I could perform, I felt dead inside. My favourite jobs no longer felt fun, but routine. 

I hope I'm able to sleep this void away.