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"But God," I said, "I'm really going to miss her at work. She's the one who got me the job in the first place, and it's going to be so boring without her."
"Really?" Josh's forehead furrowed. "So what are you going to do? Stay there or look for a different job?"
I released a sigh as I shrugged. "I don't know. I have no clue what to do. I'm still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up," I whined.
Josh chuckled. "I think we all are to some extent."
I appreciated the sentiment but shot him a glare because he was clearly lying. "Not you, though. You love sports. You're a sports writer. And I'm guessing you're genuinely happy with it, right?"
"Yeah. Don't hate me, but I kind of love it," Josh admitted.
"See? Not everyone's searching for their life's purpose, you big liar."
"You're a liar."
"What? How am I a liar?"
"I don't know." Josh laughed. "Well then, maybe I'm a weirdo because a lot of people don't know their ideal job. And people switch careers all the time."
"That's true. And you are kind of a weirdo," I teased, before continuing with my moaning. "But I have no clue whatsoever what to even do with my life. It's a good job, but it's not like I want to work there forever. It's the same reason why I left college after two years. I had no idea what to major in."
"At least you didn't waste two years on some degree you'll never use," Josh countered practically.
"Good point." Although I was pretty sure my mom wouldn't agree. Actually, I knew my mom didn't agree. "What about you? Did you go to college?"
He nodded. "Yep."
"And what was your major?"
"Journalism."
I shoved his shoulder. "Asshole."
"What? What'd I do?"
"You. You've obviously known exactly what you wanted to do for a very long time."
"No. Not really. I've had to change plans. A few times actually." He sighed like he was deep in thought. "I mean, I used to work for a newspaper, but I didn't like going to an office every day and all that crap. So now, I'm making a go of it as a freelancer."
"But from what I can tell, it seems to be working out, right? Your electricity is still on and you haven't been evicted yet."
"This is true. I seem to be able to pay my rent and bills." He paused a moment, threading his free hand through his hair. "But man, if I could just get my podcast to take off."
"Yeah, but didn't you say it was new?"
"I started it like six months ago, and I have a nice, loyal following. But I want more. I want it all. I want podcast fame. I want sponsors. I want high rankings. I want to make money from it instead of losing money."
"You're losing money?" I asked, surprised.
"Unfortunately, yeah, because I go to a studio to record. I want it to be professional and not sound like I'm recording in my mom's basement."
"Totally understandable." I laughed as I nodded. "So what do you have to do to make all that happen?"
Sighing, Josh studied the ocean, not saying anything. And I didn't interrupt while I took in our surroundings as well. Sometimes, it was so easy to take it all for granted, the natural beauty that permeated life here, that was available just a short walk away from my front door.
"That's a good fucking question," Josh finally answered. "The best way would be to have it go viral, get people talking about it, telling their friends about it."
"And how do you do that?"
