We are about to go on a small adventure of my life. To know a day in the life of me, what it really means to me.
I suppose some of this is for me, all of it probably. Some times the best way to work through things is to get them out. Write them out, see the words on the outside rather than in.
I know I said I wanted to be most positive in my blog post…this will not all be positive. That’s life, it’s not anyways sunshine and rainbows. It’s what you let it become that matters. I could continue to use it all as a crutch or I can have it as a journey that leads to the life I want. Which is the life I have. Every day, even the messy ones.
I’m going to write it in parts to not bombard the brave ones still reading this. It’ll be easier to work through. I mostly remember my life this way. Chapters of me.
That’s a hard to answer that sometimes. I think that no one loves every part of their life all the time. Right now I’d say I love about half of my life but the half I love now maybe the part I don’t love so much next week.
I love working and getting to meet all these new people but I hate being away from home. I hate missing my lady and our pups. I miss my bed and my pillow (I never remember to bring my pillow). I always want to get alone time and now that I have it I feel lonely.
So the point of what I am saying is that sometimes the things you want aren’t what you need. Sometimes the things you hate become the things you love. If you feel like nothing is going right, tomorrow is a new day and you can change the way you see things. Even the worst of situations can have the best out come. You just have to decide what will make or break you, everything is a temporary situation but what you do with those situations is what matters.
I deleted all my old post. I needed too. Needed to start new, didn’t need a reminder of who I was. Not that I was bad but I’m more at peace with myself now.
Not that any of that really matters but just in case anyone’s still following me from that time.
So I want to be a lot more series about my writing and to do it more often. Not everyday but a few times a week.
I used to write constantly. Stories, journals, poems…I let life get in the way of who I am.
So much got in the way of me pursing “The American Dream.” Which of course blew up in my face pretty good. My business partner found the company better without me. Which I’m upset about and don’t like the way it was done, however I feel so much lighter inside. I still want to do the same thing but until I can I’m saving up money. I drive 6 hours to stay with my cousin every other week to work Ride Share Jobs in a bigger city. Also do them at home plus two food delivery. Anything not be sucked back into Restaurant Management. I want more than being yelled at by someone who is angry about numbers or working for a pay check that maybe stable but is small.
I always wanted to be a writer. Of course I AM a writer but I want to be a known writer. I want to share with people the way the things I’ve read have shared with me.