L.J's red jumper chronicles.

As the year comes to an end, I find myself reflecting on some random thoughts. Not necessarily the big things that happened this year, but the little moments that, at the time, seemed insignificant yet somehow stayed with me. There are things I dreaded doing. Things I dreaded being asked. And things I dreaded having to explain. Funny how life can change the meaning of the simplest things. I used to dread going to the toilet for a number one without my phone. And then, inevitably, it would turn into a number two. There I was, stuck looking at the walls, with nothing but my thoughts for company. Who knew that something as ordinary as going to the toilet could become an exercise in confronting oneself? I dreaded the period of job hunting. Not necessarily the applications or the interviews, but the constant question that seemed to follow me everywhere: “So, what do you do?” A seemingly innocent question. One that people ask without thinking much about it. But when you are unemployed, it be...